Текст песни Cheesepuff - Harry Mack

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Come on, ayy, come on, ayy
Come on, ayy, come on, ayy
Come on, ayy, ayy

Most these rappers clowns like Ronald
My flow is addictive like the fries from McDonald's
Uh, yeah, understand what I'm saying
Rap is little kids, they had McDonald's into playpen, ooh
I come right off the tip and improvise, baby wise
Matter of fact, enemy salty like the fries, can't deny, uh
Every time he spits, y'all know he's murdered
Harry Mackie stackin' up like a cheeseburger, ayy

Let's get it, let me get that number three (oh damn)
Let me make it super size, 'cause I got the truest vibes
Truly live, do or die, every time I grip the mic
Fast food lyricist, I'm about to rip tonight, ayy
Break it down for y'all with the live crew
I'm at McDonald's all up in the drive-thru
I'm about to pull up, I'm about to get mine
Every time I rhyme, man, you know I'm like a take nine

Blast then off at the tip, got him covering his mouth
'Cause he can't believe what I'm saying, uh
When the big girl in the lyrics right off at the top, I'm not playin', uh
Rappers, I'ma cut them well
He so impressed by how I'm spittin'
He says, "What the hell", come on
You best proceed with caution, dude
He's like, "Hold up, wait, there's others people watching you?

Are you cool with that?"
All my rhymes sound great
I be eatin' all my enemies direct off the plate
Hold up, so sick of vomit, I'ma make 'em all want it
Matter of fact, 'cause the earthquake like plates tectonic, uh
Mack all up in it, I'ma take it for a ride
Got the whole planet shakin' like plates when they collide
Come on, yeah, y'all know that the rhymes I kick are gorgeous
Quick to make like all of my enemies forfeit

He covers his mouth, he falls out of frame
He knows that the rhymes I kick are insane
Whenever I spit, they know that it's flame
You know that I do this shit right off the brink, yeah
Can't contain, it's comin' out of me
I'm 'bout to break it down, my fans are proud to see, uh

When they hear 'em rhyme
They be like, he's tough
I be eatin' rappers like a cheesepuff
Come on, when I do it, I feel proud, uh
I got their fingers straight up covered in orange powder, c'mon, ayy
Open up the bag
Pop another cheesepuff, bitch, I got a swag
Come on, I got just what you need, more tricks up my sleeve
You better believe my chest on puff, 'cause I'm gettin' the cheese

Fuck with me, here we go, Mack, I'm on another level
When it come to lyrics, y'all know that I never settle
I keep it on his homie, no facade
I do a rap about the words, and he says, "Oh my God", it's like-