"Welcome to McDonald's, may I take you order?"
(Verse 1: Bootleg)
I want a fully loaded Big Mac
And b**h 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 b**h
Over the counter there's some skinny, white, crying s*ut
No time for witness so I bust her with the rifle bu*t
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 here Mickey D's
Some friendly customer didn't understand what I was saying
I had to pop that ho to show these b**hes I ain't playing
I heard a sound, some fool was running for the f**ing door
I opened fire, bet that b**h'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 b**hes 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 b**hes 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 f** up b**h
Meet my big MAC-11
(Hook: Shoestring)
Big MAC-11 motherf**er, 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 k**ing you n***a
Big MAC-11 on that a**, the bigger the figure
Who shoots through gla**, shoot through houses
And shoot through your a**
When I grew up I had a dream, just haul off 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 a** like a motherf**ing 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 9
It ain't no calling up the cops, b**hy your line is dead
Big MAC-11 need to bust you in your f**ing head
A rifle bu*t, you was bloody, that was so f**ed up
I'll chase you fast, I'm on his a** in a diesel truck
Honking them horns, sending threats to my CB speaker
I wanted to k** him, I shot holes in the f**ing 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."
Wrapped up them gauges in the 'Lac
And we're going to end the sorrow
They die today if they planned on k**ing us tomorrow
The B-I-G-M-A-C with the double 1
I told the mac you got a motherf**ing handgun
Blast on them b**hes from a drop top
Innocent bystanders better duck or get that a** shot
Two up in this motherf**er heated up and ready
I don't k** n***as 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 f**ing with these k**ers
Send that a** to Hell or Heaven
I've been pistol whipping n***as with this f**ing MAC-11
Big MAC-11
Meet my big MAC-11
(Hook)