WENDEEZNUTS (RESPONSE TO WEHATBACONGOD'S NONSENSE)

out of categories, better just a fake allegory

Just wonderin' how many more nothin' burgers you storin'

Makin' your fuckin' nipple twisty and measly

Weakly motherfucker who bullshits on the weekly

Rappin' bout McDonald's like it's your fuckin' future

That possibilities gon' come up to where you workin' sooner

Or later when you find out you a fuckin' blooper

You a fuckin' blooper, bro

Put the fries in the bag and let me talk my shit first

Another nothing burger to show how you unrehearse

I am just too immersed

Best thing since brisket burnt

What a bummer, Tim, you like a gunner

Come on, take off them covers, you're just another bluffer duffer

I prefer Wendy's, yep

I prefer Wendy's, yep

Your pockets are empty

name is Bobby Jeffery

I don't give a fuck about your nonsense

Your brain got only sub-zero concepts

I don't need to even process

To know that you only speak in the nonsense

in and out of your lover

Maybe your mother too, tap out and watch you suffer

I know which one to choose

A number nine, a number eight

A number seven ain't number six

A number five, a number four

A number three, a number two

Fuck bummer ten, you like a gunner

Come on, take off them covers

You're just another bluffer, duffer

Your pockets are empty

Name is probably Jeffery

I don't give a fuck about your nonsense

Your brain got only sub-zero concepts

And I don't need to even process

To know that you're only spitting the nonsense

I'm number one, I won

Left you out with none, I'm done