Heath McNease - Mayor McCheese lyrics

[Intro] Mayor McCheese 'bout to make your girl grimace [Verse 1] I can't call it My wallet gonna burst From all of the dollars and the girth And karma's gonna hurt So holla if ya heard Hamburgular I done a lot of dirt But of that is work So grimace when your spinach go David Blaine from up out your purse And Ronald is a jerk A monolithic perv Birdie and the fry kids I'll just make it worse But I will slake your thirst On some Officer Big Mac Captain Crook give Filet-of-Almost-A-Fish back And this sack full of gristle's a mixed bag A White Castle tacklebox and a zigzag And every tartar sauce packet that you half-eat adds to your rap sheet Mad sneaky crack fiend Sadsack snack wraps tweaking add cheese McDonaldland PD's the crack team And real's what you can't not fake Saw me coming got the shamrock shakes Hard McFlurries to your mascot face Tiny dancer how that ham hock taste? [Interlude 1] Mayor McCheese 'bout to make your girl grimace (Check it) The old gray mare ain't what she used to be One triple thick shake from her eulogy They call me mayor McCheese Hands up in the McAir for me Old gray mare ain't what she oughta be Birthday cake in her arteries Man you see what you want to Mayor McCheese and I got you [Verse 2] Check it out bro it's Mayor McCheese! Nah, man it's that player McNease I heard he signed to a label of geeks And sold eighty million on major release (Uh) I'd like a hot apple pie with that Side salad with a large fry toppin' that Wash it down with a grande coffee black Iced mocha frap Starbucks copycat Must s** when you live on a McBudget McGriddle, McMuffin, McLovin, McNugget McCovered and McSmothered in barbecue sausage and mustard And every sausage you struggle to get a belt to McBuckle I'm never gonna fit in Urban Outfitters Or get dessert without some fritters or some apple dippers Open 24 hours for the snack addiction Pa**ing Tums, acid reflux, and hypertension Morgan Spurlocked the door, kept you out the kitchen But Ronald bounced back fast on some altruism And posted all the sad facts about nutrition Like a Martin Luther thesis on the castle's entrance The reformation of a Happy Meal's intentions: To practice moderation for a happy ending But what do I care? I'm still eating there Eight days a week, baby I'm the freaking mayor [Interlude 2] The old gray mare ain't what she used to be One triple thick shake from her eulogy They call me mayor McCheese Hands up in the McAir for me Old gray mare ain't what she oughta be Got birthday cake in her arteries Man just see what you want to Mayor McCheese and I got you The old gray mare ain't what she used to be Got special sauce all over her j**elry She was down in my crib Slapped a high five and she down to McRib The old gray mare ain't what she 'pposed be Spent fifty eleven k on her groceries We keep it hood here, pimp It's a bird, it's a plane, it's the Goodyear blimp [Outro] Mayor McCheese 'bout to make your girl grimace Mayor McCheese 'bout to make your girl grimace 'bout to make your girl grimace