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burger man - mr. burger lyrics

short short wearing mr. chip on his shoulder
promise if you let me touch the mic this sh+t is over
gut you on your block boy and i ain’t talkin rover[?]
waking up these n+++++ like some motherf+cking [?]

back on the scene i’m that n++++ what you mean?
ratatat boy he mean
rap n+++++ flee the scene
mr. burger gon’ cut up so rip who intervenes
why that n++++ carry pocket knives and stuff em’ in his jeans
shout out [?] what’s the dilla we like craig and dae dae
i got a girl but best believe i do got girls on leeway
this ain’t not play play on no baby i’m cray cray till its pay day the gang went crazy and if i k!ll your mans then you die the same way (yuh)

n+++++ on my d+ck but that won’t get you n+++++ paid
it’s bout time the burger show these n+++++ i’m not finna play and i’m stabbing for the heart i promise that it will not graze sh+t
if jesus said don’t do it you still wouldn’t get saved (uh)

get em then k!ll em get thrown in the truck
k!llin’ is thrillin’ i don’t give a f+ck
they said i fell off but you is a h+ll[?] ‘cus this all this water like cinnamon bruh

do what y’all wanted [?] its bout time to serve you
ladies and gentlemen now that you heard this is mr. burger

aye how you feeling? sh+t a n++++ in his bag
keep it humble with no mumble but i got the right to brag
i’m a rapping dashing dapper with an animated swag
tube socks vans on keep my pocket knife attached
this rapping sh+t is nothing wipe these n+++++ with a rag
why this n+++++ blowing up i see i got these n+++++ mad
i let up on all these rappers now this sh+t ’bout to get bad
this ain’t burger man you hearing sh+t, f+ck it here’s the gas

it’s mr. burger (a go and tell them what your name is!)
it’s mr. burger (and these rappers ain’t on the same sh+t!)
it’s mr. burger (you n+++++ better count your days b+tch!)
it’s mr. burger (now show them why the shouldn’t be famous!)
it’s mr. burger (a go and tell them what your name is!)
it’s mr. burger (and these rappers ain’t on the same sh+t!)
it’s mr. burger (you n+++++ better count your days b+tch!)
it’s mr. burger (now show them why the shouldn’t be famous!)

stop cut the beat off, fantastic watch y’all come in this industry like you suck it while i beat off
i don’t play with these rappers this ain’t no speedball
i will have you run to your wilson like you was playing for the seahawks
my problem is i’m a problem that can never be solved
yours is that you is a b+tch that could never evolve
when i’m out i’m here to stay
there won’t be no recall
and if my voice is hard to swallow
you can gargle these b+lls
i mean i [hold?] the burger bunny loves his women from africa
his bff my guy you listening to the ambassador
now tell me why these n+++++ really think they can challenge us
we on these rappers next boy this a group filled with draculas
i’m the feces can’t be me you weenie that’s one thing we know
i drink fiji it makes me go peepee that sh+t clears my soul
can’t defeat me i stay like graffiti i put on a show
you feeling [bad?] my b+lls go (goat sound) ‘cus b+tch you’re dealing with a goat
go grab my belt i’m bout ready cus i’m these rappers dad but who that boy that rock them vans, with them shorts up in his ass (pause)
imma k!ll that nana soon as i get out of class and burger out of bff the rest stands for f+cking f+ggs
it’s mr. burger (a go and tell them what your name is!)
it’s mr. burger (and these rappers ain’t on the same sh+t!)
it’s mr. burger (you n+++++ better count your days b+tch!)
it’s mr. burger (now show them why the shouldn’t be famous!)
it’s mr. burger (a go and tell them what your name is!)
it’s mr. burger (and these rappers ain’t on the same sh+t!)
it’s mr. burger (you n+++++ better count your days b+tch!)
it’s mr. burger (now show them why the shouldn’t be famous!)

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