Lyrics Fast Food Nation - Q-Unique , Snowgoons

McDonald's is my spot. Right in the drive-thru
"I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle" - Beastie Boys'Hold It Now Hit It'
"Yo can I interest you in some burgers and fries" - De La Soul 'Bitties In The BK Lounge'
Welcome to hip hop, let me take your order
With a side order of lies, lead your children to the slaughter
You can super size and feel like you're on a winning team
But careful with the calories, you won't fit into your skinny jeans
No nutritional value, rap is like fast food
Like diarrhea through your system when it pass through
As real as he feel for all the gats he peeled
The label will only sign him for a toy and a Happy Meal
Tune into the radio's artificial ingredients
A heartless issue with godless fiends and deviants
Frying up the french fries become a part of the franchise
Every man lies for a chance at the grand prize
We're spitting that fast food
Load 'em up, blast through
Looking like a class of fools, look at what the cash do
1, 000 calories of waste product
Hit your label up or get the place shot up
We're spitting that fast food
Load 'em up, blast through
Looking like a class of fools, throw 'em in the trash dude
1, 000 calories of waste product
Hit your label up or get the place shot up
"You got a Happy Meal? Can we get a Happy Meal? WILL SOMEBODY GET THE KID A HAPPY MEAL?!"
The similarities are startling profound
When the industry and McDonald's share the face of a clown
Even a little taste of the sound is enough to make you vomit
When homophobic rappers falling out the closet
Burger King in New York brought Coke to the block
And locked it till Ronald McDonald cooked up a rock for a profit
The man serving you special sauce is jizz from the Hamburgler
The Kentucky Fried Colonel is a Klan murderer
Wendy is a hooker on 42nd and 10th
The five guys are at Arbys cooking up meth
An army clones and steel but the chrome ain't real
You pop off at the fast food I make a home cooked meal