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burger vs hot dog freestyle - dj goon lyrics

[intro: jayovsn]
man, man
these hot dogs
these hot dog people are just crazy
they don’t know the real—, the real juiciness of a burger
i’ma tell ’em
i’ma tell ’em what they need to know
they need to hear the wrath of the burger

[verse 1: jayovsn]
i told you, if you f*ck with me, you gotta f*ck with my burger
the amount of times you ate hot dogs, it gave you a speech disorder
i keep my family close i’m a burger h**rder
i got the best food on x and i’m about to commit a murder
you wouldn’t handle all the meat you’ll run out of time
like frank ocean’s first mixtape, you commit a love crime
if you f*ck with hot dogs you’re no long my slime
the reign of burgers is real it’s so sublime

[verse 2: cober]
it’s hot dog day and you tried to bring me a burger
don’t want a quarter pounder, i want porter robinson’s nurture
took this sick beat and i caused another murder
that’ll be six dollars and you bet i’ll take it further
it’s personal now, you owe me a hot dog and some money
is your name eugene krabs, cause you lookin’ pretty krusty (money)
colder than cold, they call you mint chip ice cream (brr)
they call me wolfgang amadeus mozart cause i got that dog in me (awoo)
[bridge: cober]
bro, where’d the beat go
i’m tired of all these, these burgers (bow, bow, bow)
i mean, i just, i just like hot dogs, what’s wrong with that (skibidi)
there’s nothing wrong with liking, with liking—
f*ck

[verse 3: forever nothing]
(where the f*ck is mayo judah)
(woah, lettuce)
(if baconator doesn’t trust you, i’ma shoot you)
(whopper on the beat ho)
pull up with the fast food
now i’m eatin’ whoppers with my b*tches, like the rent’s due
k!llin’ all these snitches, knife ’em dead, cause they death is past due
i don’t want the nuggies, so mind you
yuh
b*tch, i am sponge
way suckin’ rum
way i’m suckin’
eat a bunch of tumz
pain inside my tum’
pepto down the throat
i feel like a goat
do it all again
whoppers are my friend
[verse 4: dreamingofmars]
(psst, i see g*y people)
coming out from coney island
i’m relishing your b*tch
where are you residing?
i might quarter*pound ya
this frank gon doubt ya
make your bratwurst dreams
come true i’m ’bouta
k!ll the burger king
skip the sentencing
you want mustard, ketchup
bit of everything?
you’re just ground cow
ain’t my pedigree
i’m processed b*tch, i’m ready to eat
motherf*cker
footlong in your b*tch
stadium sell a couple million
b*tch been in the game
since lincoln bit the big one
b*tch just pick your style
if it ain’t beef, just get the bird son
if you want the smoke
f*ck the traeger, get you grilled hun
[verse 5: forever nothing & dreamingofmars]
naw, b*tch it’s all about the burgers
wieners gonna get you murdered
i don’t wanna but i’ll f*ckin burn you
out to pasture but you’re getting nurtured
take out my grill
take out my grill
makin’ the k!ll
makin’ the k!ll
i do it for the whopper
i do it for the frank
make a move i will stop ya

[outro: jayovsn]
oh uh, who won?
uh, who’s next?, uh
you decide
over at
(d*d*dj goon)

- dj goon lyrics

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