Mcdonalds

I'm in a battle of wits, grab the mic and spit

Ain't nobody feeling your bullshit, split like a check, this

Is the fight of the century so remember me

Passed thru generations like segregation in memory

Of Martin Luther King Junior

You won't come out of this battle with all body parts attached

If you even leave with a finger you're lucky congrats

I didn't mean to force my victory, it just had to be this way

Doesn't matter either way, you'd flatline before you could kneel and pray

For your own life, your life which is in my hands

Snap your bones like I snap a few rubber bands

But they don't snap back that's too sad

I could see you behind the counter of a McDonalds

Asking me if I'd like fries or role playing as Ronald

This baby probably wants his bottle

Or a cheat sheet of punchlines, I'm eating you up like its lunchtime

I see why you excel, its your shirt size

So either you're skinny with baggy clothes or your shirts tight

This battles over I bid you adieu

Look there's the exit just for you

And in case you're too stupid, they even gave you a visual clue (big EXIT sign)