Lyrics

[Intro] "Welcome to McDonald's, may I take you order?" [Verse 1: Bootleg] I want a fully loaded Big Mac and bitch that ain't on the menu This Mac is a fully loaded MAC-11 bullet in you So, I advise you hit the floor, ho My road dog, code name Baby-O, close the right door There was a hero in the crowd, I saw her body twitch I spark the trigger she's a bloody and a happy bitch Over the counter there's some skinny, white, crying slut No time for bitches so I bust her with the rifle butt And now the manager is trying to negotiate He's choking blood from the bullets that he ate-en, huh My MAC-11 got you're whole city under siege Big MAC-11 taking over this in Mickey D's Some friendly customer didn't understand what I was saying I had to pop that ho to show these bitches I ain't playing I heard a sound, some fool was running for the fucking door I opened fire, bet that bitch'll never run no more SWAT team was barking and they said they had the place surrounded Hid some explosives and I'm glad them stupid bitches found it Slipped out the back and now I'm headed over to KFC Because there's some Colonel on the set who's got some beef with me Walked through the door and I commenced to let them bitches have it I'm busting static, reaping havoc with this automatic Screaming and hollering hoes cried when they saw me pull it Patriots down for me, send my MAC-11 bullets Shut the fuck up, bitch, meet my big MAC-11 [Hook: Shoestring] Big MAC-11 motherfucker, you're facing the gauge Worse then the tiger in the cage, you're feeling the rage I got my hand on this trigger, I'm killing you nigga Big MAC-11 on that ass, the bigger the figure Who shoots through glass, shoot through houses And shoot through your ass When I grew up I had a dream, just walk up and blast Now, I get paid for sending hoes to Hell or Heaven I'm throwing 'bows, smacking hoes with this MAC-11 [Verse 2: Shoestring] Big MAC-11 I'm going to send you hoes to Hell or Heaven Stalking that ass like a motherfucking drunk Reverend This Halloween I bought the gauge and I'ma go for mine Blew off his face, picked up the phone, he tried to dial a nine It ain't no calling up the cops, bitchy your line is dead Big MAC-11 need to bust you in your fucking head A rifle butt, you was bloody, that was so fucked up I'll chase you fast, I'm on his ass in a diesel truck Honking them horns, sending threats to my CB speaker I wanted to kill him, I shot holes in the fucking beeper Called up my boy, he had some beef, I had to write about it He's telling me that we're going to die, I told my boy "I doubt it" Racked up them gauges and the Mac and we're going to end the sorrow They die today if they planned on killing us tomorrow The B-I-G-M-A-C with the double one I told the mac you got a motherfucking handgun Blast on them bitches from a drop top Innocent bystanders better duck or get that ass shot Two up in this motherfucker heated up and ready I don't kill niggas for nothing, I blast for the fetti I heard you think you're tough, you're lifting weights and looking built You've been drinking too much milk, you've been dressing up in silk Don't be fucking with these killers, send that ass to Hell or Heaven I've been pistol whipping niggas with this fucking MAC-11, big MAC-11 Meet my big MAC-11 [Hook: Shoestring] Big MAC-11 motherfucker, you're facing the gauge Worse then the tiger in the cage, you're feeling the rage I got my hand on this trigger, I'm killing you nigga Big MAC-11 on that ass, the bigger the figure Who shoots through glass, shoot through houses And shoot through your ass When I grew up I had a dream, just walk up and blast Now, I get paid for sending hoes to Hell or Heaven I'm throwing 'bows, smacking hoes with this MAC-11