Oil Up Burgers[Bonus]

[Intro](Slippin' sounds)Yeah...Turn the lights down low. You already know what time it is, baby. Ain't no party like a freaky party, let's go![Verse 1] Step into the kitchen, got my silk robe drippin' Buns so hot and heavy, all the meat is flippin' Got a gallon of the oil on the griddle tonight Season it up, make it feel real right Lettuce and the cheese, baby, give me a squeeze Slidin' 'cross the kitchen floor, doin' as I please[Chorus]Oiled up burgers, yeah, we havin' some fun Slippin' on the grease when the freak-off's doneI got a thousand bottles, but I need a hundred pattiesGet 'em extra slick with the greasy old DaddyT ake that, take that—put it on the grill Eat it in the dark while the whole room chills[Verse 2]Who is that by the mayo? Who's that by the ham? Tryna get a taste, but you know who I am Slick down the sesame, watch the patty roast The Diddler only wants the things that he likes the most Pickles in a pile, dripping in the sauce Better recognize that I'm the kitchen boss Four-day cookout, non-stop toasting Get the griddle hot while the sausages are roasting!

[Bridge] (Griddle sizzling loudly)Hold on, wait a minute, don't turn off the heat.Did somebody say they brought some extra meat?Lock the kitchen doors, nobody leaves the floor.We got fifty more gallons coming through the door.Slip to the left, slide to the right.We cooking these patties all through the night.[Verse 3]Look at the drip, look at the glaze.We lost in a greasy, smoky-ass haze.Got the secret sauce hidden in the back.If you take a bite, there is no turning back.No cameras allowed while I'm flipping the meat.Just a thousand bottles making everything sweet.Is that a camera in the smoke alarm?Don't worry about it, baby, I mean no harm.Just take that, take that, and chew it real slow.The Diddler's kitchen is the only place to go.[Outro](Slipping sounds fade out)Yeah...That's how we cook 'em.Extra slick. Extra wild.Keep that griddle greased up.We out here till Tuesday.(Whispered: Take that...)(Loud door slam)