MR. LIF

MR. LIF - The Fries lyrics

rate me

Go to the beach

And realize that you got a scanline across your tanline

And find microchips in your hands

Fluid in your grands

As a result of somebody else's plan

That nobody really understands

Even though it spans across lands

African soils, Arabian sands

It's airborne yet it seeps through dams

A new disease that you caught at Mickey D's

In your Quarter Pounder with cheese

Ordered with ease

Super size please!

Can you believe

People ain't even survive through the drive through

And they thought they were live too

Pulling off, pumping Rob Base, stuffing fries in their face

Over a billion served

What they never deserved

So as they drove away they swerved into the curb

With their heads on the steering wheel

Kids blacked out in the back with a fucking Happy Meal

What a crappy deal

But it was only $4.99

So there's more people in line

Yeah, the plan's running fine

The parking lot is now a burial plot

Where you can park and rot if you can find a spot

Government agents came swooping in

Removing men, women and children from the automobile

What a steal

Now the car's repossessed and sold at an auction

The people are dead but the money keeps talking

Proceeds go to building bigger bombs and missile launching

The masses respond by just watching

Here comes the shit talking

Did you hear about what went down?

It was plenty live

Catch it tonight on FOX 25

World's greatest mass murders

Entertainment for all living observers

You'll probably watch it while you're eating some burgers

Go ahead and gobble the lies - here's the fries!

The TV

They said the TV did it

You see me?!

I'm in an easy clinic

They're checking my health, checking my pulse

What's the result?

You've been in a cult with several adults

Oh lord!

What shall I do?

Exorcism!

High priest, unleash three extra rhythms

He's shaking and his cells breaking down

He skipped town

Well, it's a manhunt now

Shots deflected

What the fuck you expected?

Thought that I was that disconnected?

You're dead, kid!

Who shall sustain this reign?

No one!

America is run by the few, the chosen

And what's your name?

"Fair game"

Take aim

You can point at who you'd usually blame

It's a disappearing act but the structure's intact

Breaking your back

Hey, I heard a vertebrae snap!

Got healthcare? - no

Welfare? - maybe...yes

If so, don't move - we could use that flesh

Just a portion from a failed abortion contortion

Mind sterilized

We can't let those thoughts in

Well, the FDA - they're not here today

But the FCC watching what you say

So let's calm down and take everything slow

If you feel that you must lick a shot then BO!

Frustration

Living in a plush nation

Wanna wash the blood off your hands but you can't

It's on too thick - too many trips overseas

To disarm bombs or spread a disease

You got it?

I got it?

Epidemic!

Panic!

Widespread!

Nine dead!

Did we lie down and pull the covers over our heads?

God damn it!

Gobble up the next planet!

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