"Hot Dog vs Hamburger"
Another one, fresh out the air fryer.
Lyrics:
Hot Dog:
Yo it’s the king in a bun bitch, I’m here to do some damage,
To this punk who gets me mad like when folks ask if I’m a sandwich
It don’t matter, but what does is that I’m here to spank burger,
Little bitch boutta get shank-murdered by a Frankfurter
Whether its verbal or physical I’ll whoop him like his daddy,
…he’s round and smells like shit, cause he’s a fuckin cow patty
I was hungry for this fight while he was wildin’ out and stressing
I’mma devour this coward, hold the thousand island dressing
… got so many varieties, shit wrap me in some corn bread,
Then take the stick and shove it directly in burger’s forehead
Or slather me in chilli cheese, and top me with some kraut,
But my foots in burger’s ass so first you’ll have to pull it out,
You must be dumber than you look, bet you came here thinking you’d win, right?
This fight? Boy you must be duller than a dim light,
Lookin through your eyes must be a grim sight,
thin-sliced bitch come get this big knife thrusted into your windpipe,
It’s the H to the O T, D to the O G, loved by all the homies from Italy down to Coney,
Legitimately the goat, and might literally have goat meat, inside of me,
Other meats all aspire to be as fly as me, burger sitting back idly,
Hidin that he admires me, trying to fight his feelings it kills him that he would die to be,
Half as tasty as half of a quarter of the right side of me,
But sadly for him he’ll never be the idol he tries to be, What!
I’ll bring this pest to his knees, then lay him out and top his corpse with toasted sesame seeds,
Sometimes I sit and wonder why the lord keeps blessing me, jeez
Then realize I’m heaven-sent to kill this wretched disease
Hamburger:
Look I don’t wanna sound cliche
But just let me address the obvious
You’re shaped just like the meat
that I stuck in ya mom’s esophagus
Last night,
This gone be a fast fight,
You look like a turd hanging out them buns
Battle burger and get that ass wiped.
…It was fun to hear you try to spit a rap and curse, But…
I was hoping for more than that pitiful vapid verse
Shit…You might’ve bought yourself a little time by rapping first
But I’mma end yo life right now
You fuckin Brat… bitch you’re the Wurst
I’m 100% beef, you’re a smorgasbord of garbage
Made from every part of a pig, from his snout to his cartilage
From his dirty little feet to his asshole, they harvest it
Then bag it up, and use your ugly fuckin face to market it
Once I touch the mic it’s a death sentence your facing,
I’mma strangle you and squeeze that tiny brain up out your casing,
Then I’ll slice ya body up like I was Jason,
Just to finally figure out which part of what animal I was tasting,
a little slider could slaughter you and your entire posse
I’d dunk yo ass in some water then down you like Kobayashi
Just to keep your nasty scent and taste up off me,
Smelling like a lactose intolerant pig after drinking cream in his coffee,
You disgust me… there’s no punchline that’s just a fact,
Ain’t no mystery about my meat, it’s fresh from off the calf,
Not no fuckin Frankenstein science experiment like you,
Where they mix up all the parts that were too repulsive to use,
I’m a fresh, clean, lean, hot dog killing machine,
Take my olive-tipped toothpick and stick it right in ya spleen,
Say you heaven-sent, well bitch I’m coming straight outta hell
And if that god of yours created you, I’ll kill him as well