Grease Trap Royal Rumble

[Intro]
[low, filtered voice]
Four chains enter
One crown leaves
Get your sauces ready
(bitch, we gonna eat)

[Chorus]
It’s a grease trap royal rumble in this bitch (yeah)
Salt in the wounds, fry oil in the mix (skrrt)
Golden crowns, red wigs, white bricks
Fast food war, who the fuck you gon’ pick? (who?)
Grease trap royal rumble in this bitch
Drive‑thru smoke, full clip, full dish
Mascots talk big, all cap, all gimmicks
‘Til we turn they happy meals into scrimmage

[Verse 1 – Burger King]
I’m the motherfuckin’ King, crown never on sale
Flame so hot, turn your paper clown pale (burn)
Char on the patty, you a joke in a box
You flip flimsy buns, I drop whoppers like rocks
Square-ass beef? Bitch, stay in your lane
Frozen little fries, redhead, red stain
You brag about shade on a Twitter page
I grill whole ops, leave ‘em cooked in the cage
KFC, you a side, you a box in the back
Whole menu dry, gettin’ rinsed by a snack
Mac clown laughin’? I ain’t scared of that shit
You live off kids’ toys, I live off real hits (King)

[Chorus]
It’s a grease trap royal rumble in this bitch (ayy)
Salt in the wounds, fry oil in the mix
Golden crowns, red wigs, white bricks
Fast food war, who the fuck you gon’ pick? (who?)
Grease trap royal rumble in this bitch
Drive‑thru smoke, full clip, full dish (bah)
Mascots talk big, all cap, all gimmicks
‘Til we turn they happy meals into scrimmage

[Verse 2 – Wendy’s]
Little Burger boy, say it straight to your face
You “flame grill” trash, I’m the one with real taste
You a paper crown clown, sad mid-tier king
I run cold on the mic, make the frostbite sting (bitch)
Red hair, sharp tongue, drag you for fun
You stuck in ‘09, I be cookin’ you done
McDummy in the back with the plastic smile
Ice cream dreams, but your shit broke outta style
KFC, you dusty, all crust, no soul
You season that bird like you shakin’ out mold
Four for a bag, I feed the whole block
While you count old coupons, I just count stock (yeah)

[Chorus]
It’s a grease trap royal rumble in this bitch
Salt in the wounds, fry oil in the mix (mix)
Golden crowns, red wigs, white bricks
Fast food war, who the fuck you gon’ pick?
Grease trap royal rumble in this bitch (in this bitch)
Drive‑thru smoke, full clip, full dish
Mascots talk big, all cap, all gimmicks
‘Til we turn they happy meals into scrimmage

[Verse 3 – McDonald’s]
All that talk from the kids’ table, shut the fuck up
I’ve been runnin’ this planet since you first learned “supersize” stuff (ayy)
Golden arches in your face on every block, every state
You flex about taste, I flex about fate
Lines round the corner, I don’t even gotta brag
You beef in the mentions, I’m the motherfuckin’ bag
Ice cream “broke,” but you still wanna lick
I drop one new sauce, whole net go sick
King just salty ‘cause he play second fiddle
Big crown, little check, sad royal in the middle
KFC think he hard ‘cause he breaded up thick
But the only thing crispy is the sound of this diss (bah)

[Bridge]
[choir hits, beat half-time]
Who the fuck want smoke?
Drop a combo, let it go (let it go)
Four chains, one throne
Pick a plate, pick a foe (pick one)

[Verse 4 – KFC]
Let the colonel talk shit, apron tied real tight
I been flippin’ big buckets since your first food fight
Got the herbs in