Burrito
    (专辑: The Odd Czar Against Us - 2019)
    
    I 
gotta beat this damn line, it's only 10:50  They open doors at 11, but yo I'm in a 
rush  I 
got the 
money to swing it as though I'm Ken Griffey  But so does this bum in front of me, smelling like a 
Lush  That mental woman in front of him who forgot to brush  She's in pajama pants, sipping on an orange Crush  The 
door's open, let's get it goin, let's speed it up  They looking up at the 
menu like they ain't seen it once  "Hmm I'd like the 
carnitas and possibly the 
barbacoa  Actually, I'll have the 
chicken, sir, 'cause my heart is slower"  But me, I 
get the 
same shit, every time  From the 
same kid, every time  And he doesn't recognize me, every time  So I 
gotta say it over, every time  Normally, I'm not the 
type to bitch  But look, um, you're being kinda stingy on the 
scoopage  I 
asked for double meat, and man I 
know you're not a 
new kid  So why you tryna screw me out of food, you think I'm stupid?  I 
throw him 10 bucks, tell him keep the 
nickel tip, and  I 
grab a 
fork and grab a 
seat and eat it extra quick, and  Suddenly I'm feeling queasy, kinda extra sick and  Sweatin bullets, tell me what was in that bitter chicken   My stomach twisting and turning and now my head is spinning  I 
stagger out the 
booth and bump into a 
group of women  They treat me like a 
leper 'cause I'm looking ill, as in sick  I 
got chills and I'm wishing for a 
new beginning  I 
need room to sit in, I 
need a 
room to shit in  It seems like everybody else that ordered food is grinning  In a 
panic, I 
hit the 
bathroom like "open up"  But there's no fucking answer, and the 
doors: they're bolted shut  I 
try and get an employee and she's like "yo what's up"  I 
said "I gotta get inside, I 
feel like throwing up"  Well I'm prairie dogging everything  I'm dancing by myself like Billy Idol tryna hold it in  Finally, I'm in, I'm spraying like an automatic  Ratta-tat-tat, and then all the 
puke and shit scattered  It's safe to say this is a 
shitty way to start the 
weekend  I'm feelin weakened, got Chipotle comin out of each end  When you consider what I 
ate, it probably makes complete sense  Plus the 
guy that served it looked like three-tenths of a 
 Weakened dead's [?] freak with a 
deep sense of allegiance to Pete Wentz  Hence the 
motherfuckin pretense  It's lookin like I 
need some Depends  The 
bile comin out of me could fill up the 
deep-end  This is revenge  Montezuma's