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Title: Flippin’ While Lit
(Intro – Mocking tone, talking)
Yo, welcome to McHell,
Where the fries burn, the manager yells,
And I'm high as shit with a spatula in my fist.
Let’s go...
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[Verse 1 – Laid back, building up intensity]
Clocked in late with a blunt in my sleeve,
Eyes red like the ketchup, I don't even breathe.
Manager mad, "You reek like trees!"
I said, "Nah, that’s the new air freshener — Pine OG."
I’m posted at the fryer, flippin' burgers on tilt,
Burnin' more patties than the roaches I built.
Took two nuggets, stuffed 'em under my hat,
Mouth full of fries while I serve you fat.
Slid a Happy Meal to a Karen in rage,
She screamin’ 'bout a toy like it’s minimum wage.
I’m zoned out, headphones on, just vibin’,
Drippin’ sauce, whisperin’, “Yo this shit’s kinda fire, man.”
Mic on my ear, but I ain’t hear shit,
Too busy rappin’ to the sizzle while I take a hit.
Fast food soldier, apron stained,
Rollin’ joints in the freezer like it's part of the game.
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[Hook – Hyped, chant-like delivery, x2]
We flippin' while lit, grill hot, brain fried,
Stoner in the drive-thru lookin' half-alive.
Mickey D's dreams, golden arch pride,
High in the back like, "Yo, supersize!"
We flippin’ while lit, shift deep in the pit,
Pass me the blunt, then I pass you the shit.
Orders get lost, but the vibe stay rich,
I’m flippin’ while I’m lit — yeah, life’s a glitch.
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[Verse 2 – Faster tempo, more punchlines]
Dropped the buns, still used ‘em — who gon’ tell?
Put a pickled “smiley face” on a Quarter Pounder from hell.
Took a dab in the walk-in, forgot where I went,
Found myself mopin’ the counter with a McFlurry vent.
Told the crew I’m inventin’ a “secret sauce,”
It’s just ranch and regret in a cup I lost.
HR called, said I smell like loud,
I said, “So does the fish — now get outta my cloud.”
Shifty eyes, fry grease drip off my chin,
Took the register money just to buy Runtz again.
I’m the fry cook poet, spatula shaman,
Seein’ Big Macs flyin’ like I’m trapped in a comic.
Ronald McDonald’s a damn cult leader,
We worship the fries, but I serve the reefer.
Flippin' while I’m twisted, gifted with rhythm,
Got stoned, and invented a burger algorithm.
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[Hook – Louder, angrier tone, x2]
We flippin' while lit, grill hot, brain fried,
Stoner in the drive-thru lookin' half-alive.
Mickey D's dreams, golden arch pride,
High in the back like, "Yo, supersize!"
We flippin’ while lit, shift deep in the pit,
Pass me the blunt, then I pass you the shit.
Orders get lost, but the vibe stay rich,
I’m flippin’ while I’m lit — yeah, life’s a glitch.
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[Bridge – Spoken breakdown, eerie beat]
Ayo, you ever just stare at a chicken patty…
and question your whole existence?
Like, damn…
I could’ve been a rapper.
Instead, I’m in this bitch…
making Filet-O-Fish look sexy.
We flippin' while lit, grill hot, brain fried,
Stoner in the drive-thru lookin' half-alive.
Mickey D's dreams, golden arch pride,
High in the back like, "Yo, supersize!"
We flippin’ while lit
DJMac2001
