Run the Menu at Taco Bell

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the window, late-night mission
Wallet in my hand like a fat ambition
Speaker crackle, “Welcome, what you havin’, friend?”
I said, “Take a deep breath, this about to never end” (haha)
Crunchwrap first, make it two, I’m starvin’
Soft shell, hard shell, throw it in the garden
Cheesy Gordita, I need three of those
And a nacho box bigger than my goals
Add a quesadilla, steak, chicken, mix that
Five chalupas in a row like a six-pack
Mexican Pizza, I been missin’ that taste
Better bring a couple out, I don’t like to wait
[Chorus]
When they ask, “May I take your order?”
I say, “Yeah, I’ll take the border”
Run the menu top to bottom, ring that bell
Everything you got, that’s how I Taco Bell (hey!)
From the wraps to the fries to the cinnamon smell
Stack that bag so high, hope the paper don’t fail
When they ask, “May I take your order?” I yell
“Gimme one of everything you got at Taco Bell”
[Verse 2]
Drive-thru kid lookin’ scared, check the headset
Type so fast, screen flash like a test set
“Did you really mean it?” Yeah, I ain’t playin’
If it’s on the board, then it’s on this tray, man
Fiesta potatoes, rice, all the sides
Three bean burritos just to balance out the vibes
Extra sauce packets, big fistful, load ‘em
Mild, hot, fire, Diablo, I want all of ‘em (all of ‘em)
Large freeze, two sodas, that’s hydration
Cinnamon twists, late-night motivation
If the total too high, that’s fine, I’m blessed
I been savin’ all week for a feast like this
[Chorus]
When they ask, “May I take your order?”
I say, “Yeah, I’ll take the border”
Run the menu top to bottom, ring that bell
Everything you got, that’s how I Taco Bell (woo!)
From the wraps to the fries to the cinnamon smell
Stack that bag so high, hope the paper don’t fail
When they ask, “May I take your order?” I yell
“Gimme one of everything you got at Taco Bell”
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to bass and snaps]
Bag so big need a seatbelt on it
Spill a little cheese, got a free cologne, yeah
Late-night craving turned full-scale war
I ain’t leavin’ till they say, “We got nothin’ more” (nothing more)
[Chorus]
When they ask, “May I take your order?”
I say, “Yeah, I’ll take the border”
Run the menu top to bottom, ring that bell
Everything you got, that’s how I Taco Bell
From the wraps to the fries to the cinnamon smell
Stack that bag so high, hope the paper don’t fail
When they ask, “May I take your order?” I yell
“Gimme one of everything you got at Taco Bell”

rap, Playful boom-bap rap with crisp drums, rubbery bass, and bouncy piano stabs. Male vocals, high-energy delivery with tight doubles on punchlines. Hook explodes with group chants and stacked ad-libs; verses stay nimble and comedic. Small breakdown before last hook lets the vocal riff over just bass and snaps, then everything slams back in.