[Intro: Romell & Jay]
We're— we're making a beat now and we're gonna rap to it
Yo, ayy, ayy, ayy, yo
You ready, boys, for the shittest raps ever?

[Verse 1: Jay]
Fast food, drive-thru, gettin' it
100K likes and we're gettin' it
Custard creams in the back
Kicked Luke out, trim lookin' like he on benefits
Spina bifida, large Coke, small fries
Been through drive-thru 'nuff times

[Verse 2: Romell]
I got the bass, gimme the chase
Pushin' the sodium, replenish on grapes
Tackle an M, I'm shootin' a MAC
Cheesy with the burger, I'm ska—, stacking it—
AHHH NOOO (The record deal's off, sorry, mate)

[Verse 3: Phelan]
Maccies
Get off my bike, no backies
I'm with my boys and they lackin' (Ayy)
These five selects keep slappin' (Sheesh, woo)
Diet Coke, no taxin'
Back seat, relaxin' (Ooh)
You got French fries on your eyelids
You got fruit bags on your wide hips
We're twenty miles in, eighty left
I got your Maccies when I see you next
You want a kiss? Just send a text
I'll touch your ear, kiss your neck
Kiss your neck, kiss me back
Macauley Culkin when you see my crack
AirPods on my shelf
Fuck 11, need an iPhone 12 (Oooohh)

[Outro: Jay]
Alright, I'm done with that laptop