[Verse 1: Esoteric]

I gotta beat this damn line, it's only 10:50

They open doors at 11, but yo I'm in a rush

I got the money to swing it as though I'm Ken Griffey

But so does this bum in front of me, smellin' like a Lush

That mental woman in front of him who forgot to brush

She's in pajama pants, sippin' on an orange Crush

The door's open, let's get it goin, let's speed it up

They lookin' up at the menu like they ain't seen it once

"Hmm I'd like the carnitas and possibly the barbacoa

Actually, I'll have the chicken, sir, 'cause my heart is slower"

But me, I get the same shit, every time

From the same kid, every time

And he doesn't recognize me, every time

So I gotta say it over, every time

Normally, I'm not the type to bitch

But look, um, you're being kinda stingy on the scoopage

I asked for double meat, and man I know you're not a new kid

So why you tryna screw me out of food, you think I'm stupid?

I throw him 10 bucks, tell him keep the nickel tip, and

I grab a fork and grab a seat and eat it extra quick, and

Suddenly I'm feeling queasy, kinda extra sick and

Sweatin bullets, tell me what was in that bitter chicken

(Burrito)

(Now, uh, wait)

(Burrito)

[Verse 2: Esoteric]

My stomach twistin' and turnin' and now my head is spinnin'

I stagger out the booth and bump into a group of women

They treat me like a leper 'cause I'm looking ill, as in sick

I got chills and I'm wishin' for a new beginning

I need room to sit in, I need a room to shit in

It seems like everybody else that ordered food is grinnin'

In a panic, I hit the bathroom like "open up" (open up!)

But there's no fucking answer and the doors: they're bolted shut

I try and get an employee and she's like, "Yo whats up"

I said "I gotta get inside, I feel like throwin' up"

Well I'm prairie doggin' everything

I'm dancing by myself like Billy Idol tryna hold it in

Finally, I'm in, I'm sprayin' like an automatic

Ratta-tat-tat, and then all the puke and shit scattered

It's safe to say this is a shitty way to start the weekend

I'm feelin weakened, got Chipotle comin out of each end

When you consider what I ate, it probably makes complete sense

Plus the guy that served it looked like three-tenths of a

Weak intense freak with a deep sense of allegiance to Pete Wentz

Hence the motherfuckin pretense

It's lookin like I need some Depends

The bile comin out of me could fill up the deep-end

This is revenge

Montezuma's

(Burrito)

(Oh, excellent)