Scorzayzee - Gangsta Wraps (Take The Throne) lyrics

Ain't nothing better than a gangsta wrap A couple of straps 3 or 4 baseball bats Walk in mcdonalds waving a bagel Take the manager hostage Only ronald mcdonald can save you I wanna speak to that clown I'm in a hurry Yo fatboy don't move Get away from that mcflurry I'm serious man I'll murder your burgers You jerkers This is revenge for overworking your workers Where's ronald at? I know he's here somewhere He's definitely here I can hear a kids party upstairs Calm down lady I'm not into hurting children But you better evacuate all the women Out of the building I've got a couple of questions I wanna ask him If he answers them correct Than I promise I won't blast him I'll leave you alone with your macs and happy meals “oi dickhead ronald mcdonald isn't real” Exactly that's my point So stay out of this Before I splatter extra tomato ketchup Over your chips “erm sir I think you'll find they're actually called fries” Well pardon me for not sounding all americanised “but look at yourself man you're kind of fat” I know ‘cus I used to eat big macs you pratt Now all i eat is big gangsta Wraps Call an ambulance I think I'm having an heart attack Chorus Ain't nothing better than a gangsta Wrap Old school 90's gangsta rap Parental advisory on the front of the CD It just made me wanna buy that Ain't nothing better than a Gangsta Wrap Old school 90's Gangsta rap If the government banned the track It only made me wanna go and buy that All shotguns ready focus the mission There's a twist to the joke But no joking in the dissing Have you ever noticed the colonel from K.F.C Looks like Rolf harris I guess they're both choking the chicken Now I'm not saying I'm very serious about murdering But I'm very serious about burgling burger king Wonder of captain birdseye's into angling A little horse strangling String em ‘til they're dangling Sorry I'm rambling Even small restaurant's can get it Grab a gun and run up in the local mandarin I want the secret recipe mother ***** Before I **** your mother Without using a rubber Tell the producers don't censor it out Infact I've gone too far again censor it out I blow up Nando's like an army commando Bodybag everybody in wagamamas like rambo I take that back Wagamama's and nando's are cool Infact f*** Wagamama's for sitting me on the stool Hmmm like there ain't enough room Don't make me have to put pubic hairs in all the mushrooms And make you loser all your sponsor's And shut you down quicker than a bloody onyx concert I've never done a crime but the fed's are out to get me But don't believe the hype Gangsta Rap didn't affect me Chorus