Pawnschlonche - H A M B U R G U R Lyrics

First things first a taste, and then transported
To a most scenic wasteland
Such bussin flavor delicately savor the luscious portal in hand
Now you see, now you don't, little tiny arteries choke
Dancing griddy kiddies are all giddy
Only for three dollars fiddy

No it's not cap 'til we hit the fanum tax
You only need relax while we cook and throw em back
No meat is from Ohio
So we grill and feed the fire though

Fr the sizzle indicates pure rizzle
And we stack 'em side by side by side
These buns don't throw it back
Only made to pile high by your fries

Sauced to drippin'
Flavor's all we're feelin'
Got the cheddar by letter lettuce crunchy crisp is always better
This whole world in your mouth

Got the veggies and the meat and wheaties
Sauces steamy greases fold your body into creases
From your first bite to your last
From cap bun to its base
The flavor's all bussin ace
No Ohio found in its taste