I once again built this rap from a single lyric: "High beams on, they're taking too long to feed us/Shine my light on everyone and I feel like Jesus/Drive-thru messiah..." Add beat and sudden break into song, and stir.
lyrics
(Packed with grease)
(Chicken on a brioche bun)
(Secret herbs and spices)
(I'll put some pickles on it)
(Extra bacon and cheese)
(Ma-Mayonnaise)
(Little squirt of Sriracha)
Mmm, in the wee hours I get peckish it's true
But what to do? My fridge is saying “screw you”
There's a problem with it that I've been having for years
No matter how much I open and close it, nothing new appears
I got some change, a bit of a range to choose
From heart-attack establishments, nothing left to lose
Feeling in the mood for some greasy food, I’m not deluded
I got a craving for a burger, fries included
My stomach’s trying to egg me on, flutter like un papillon
Over to my car keys, picking up a coupon
Step outside, make sure my door’s locked
But if I come back to find my place ransacked, I won’t be shocked
My neighbourhood security isn’t fab
I got a sneaking suspicion the house across from me’s a drug lab
I’m saying nothing, but this late at night
When even the cops speed up as they pass by, something ain’t right
Trekking to the other end of town
Passing by some shady characters, getting me down
I drive on with the promises of sustenance anew
Feeling of elation, destination coming into view
MACCA'S DRIVE-THRU, YOU KNOW THE WAY TO MY HEART
AIN'T NOTHING EVER GONNA TEAR US APART
AND WHEN IT'S LATE AND THERE'S NOTHING TO EAT
I GOT YOU, BUT THERE'S A LINE STRETCHING ONTO THE STREET
Fuck, it’s backed up, how dare you interrupt
My late night journey to the centre of a chip cup
What’s going on? Given bad directions?
A missed connection? A bogan wedding reception?
Does it even matter? Zone out for a spell on the cusp of hell
Idling exhaust fumes, how fucking swell
Finally I crawl forward to the speaker box
And ponder whether in there they have any clocks
“Place your order when you’re ready,” she says - fuckin’ oath
I was born ready, but you bloody stunted my growth
“Hi, I got a coupon here for a large meal”
Confirmed, paid for, the contract is blood-sealed
So now I wait, and stew in my self-hate
There’s plenty better things you could have spent your money on, mate
But it’s okay, soon I’ll be eating and I’ll forget all about it
Except my perception of time is getting clouded
High beams on, they're taking too long to feed us
shine my light on everyone and I feel like Jesus
Drive-thru messiah, I'm gonna bring the fire
to these night shift chefs, to whom I now enquire
where's my sesame seed bun and ground up animal flesh
and manufactured cheese product with pickles so not fresh
I’m paying y’all for consistent mediocrity
Instead I’ve got the short end of your scheduling anomalies
Some movement in the queue would sure be nice
I’ve been waiting so long I’ve been reincarnated twice
I’ve had patrons yelling at me to dip my lights
And I’ve been witness to a couple of in car cage fights
At long last I’m passed my paper bag
Do a Gillard and move forward down the main drag
Got my midnight snack, but in my mirror reflected, the morning nexus
Sunrise - I guess this is breakfast
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