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mayor mccheese - heath mcnease lyrics

[intro]
mayor mccheese ’bout to make your girl grimace

[verse 1]
i can’t call it
my wallet gonna burst
from all of the dollars and the girth
and karma’s gonna hurt
so holla if ya heard
hamburgular i done a lot of dirt
but of that is work
so grimace when your spinach go david blaine from up out your purse
and ronald is a jerk
a monolithic perv
birdie and the fry kids
i’ll just make it worse
but i will slake your thirst
on some officer big mac
captain crook give filet-of-almost-a-fish back
and this sack full of gristle’s a mixed bag
a white castle tacklebox and a zigzag
and every tartar sauce packet that you half eat
adds to your rap sheet
mad sneaky crack fiend
sadsack snack wraps tweaking add cheese
mcdonaldland pd’s the crack team
and real’s what you can’t not fake
saw me coming got the shamrock shakes
hard mcflurries to your mascot face
tiny dancer how that ham hock taste?

[interlude 1]
mayor mccheese ’bout to make your girl grimace

(check it) the old gray mare ain’t what she used to be
one triple thick shake from her eulogy
they call me mayor mccheese
hands up in the mcair for me
old gray mare ain’t what she oughta be
birthday cake in her arteries
man you see what you want to
mayor mccheese and i got you

[verse 2]
check it out bro it’s mayor mccheese!
nah, man it’s that player mcnease
i heard he signed to a label of geeks
and sold eighty million on major release
(ah!) i’d like a hot apple pie with that
side salad with a large fry toppin’ that
wash it down with a grande coffee black
iced mocha frap starbucks copycat
must suck when you live on the mcbudget
mcgriddle, mcm-ffin, mclovin, mcnugget
mccovered and mcsmothered in barbecue sausage and mustard
and every sausage you struggle to get a belt to mcbuckle
i’m never gonna fit in urban outfitters
or get dessert without some fritters or some apple dippers
open 24 hours for the snack addiction
p-ssing tums, acid reflux, and hypertension
morgan spurlocked the door, kept you out the kitchen
but ronald bounced back fast on some altruism
and posted all the sad facts about nutrition
like a martin luther thesis on the castle’s entrance
the reformation of a happy meal’s intentions:
to practice moderation for a happy ending
but what do i care? i’m still eating there
eight days a week, baby
i’m the freaking mayor

[interlude 2]
the old gray mare ain’t what she used to be
one triple thick shake from her eulogy
they call me mayor mccheese
hands up in the mcair for me
old gray mare ain’t what she oughta be
got birthday cake in her arteries
man just see what you want to
mayor mccheese and i got you

the old gray mare ain’t what she used to be
got special sauce all over her jewelry
she was down in my crib
slapped a high five and she down to mcrib
the old gray mare ain’t what she ‘pposed be
spent fifty ‘leven k on her groceries
we keep it hood here, pimp
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s the goodyear blimp

[outro]
mayor mccheese ’bout to make your girl grimace
mayor mccheese ’bout to make your girl grimace
’bout to make your girl grimace

- heath mcnease lyrics

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