I haven't seen one of these in awhile and thought I'd give it a shot Squeeze/Squeeze/Squeeze Squeeze it out the bottle Squeeze it out the Squeeze it out the bottle Yo Squeeze the bottle and the ketchup's pourin' out it Some mustard makes it better and don't you ever doubt it We drop it right there in the bun Over beef with peeps all out on the streets/Just to be like, "Give me that"/And we're just sharin' all the bottle Plowin' in the wheat like our speeds at full throttle With this non-stop/Jaw movement and teeth clenchin' Have to take another bite 'fore finishin' your sentence And at meal time/There are those that wanna pass up the fries But everybody knows/When it comes to the point Where ketchup is just present/You gotta grip the bottle regardless of the tension 'Cause... I try to pour it out see/But the plastic seal won't allow me (You always complained because I hogged it so much) But it's my fucking ketchup! Bun at the rim of the glass now/Could eat the beef off a fat cow (You always complained because it wasn't on your lunch) But it's my fucking ketchup! I gotta/Bun full of sauce/Hand on a beer And at all costs/The bun disappears And all I got left is the crumbs of buns The taste on my tongue/And I find myself just wantin' more I'm/Layin' the bun down on the counter Tryna decide between mayonnaise and butter Because/All of this sauce gave me a reason to lick lips No I'm not Kanye but I'll put on fish sticks But you never forget/The buns full of sauce The pieces of meat comin' out with dental floss and All those times that you fixed it up And had someone screamin' down your ear whilst havin' lunch 'Cause... I try to pour it out see/But the plastic seal won't allow me (You always complained because I hogged it so much) But it's my fucking ketchup! Bun at the rim of the glass now/Could eat the beef off a fat cow (You always complained because it wasn't on your lunch) But it's my fucking ketchup! Gotta bun fulla sauce/My hand on a beer And at all costs/It will come out my rear Such a sweet taste/I got it in the closet I'm holdin' some tissues just hopin' I don't drop it Bun fulla sauce/My hand on a beer And at all costs/It will come out my rear Such a sweet taste/I got it in the closet I'm holdin' some tissues just hopin' I don't drop it Bun full of sauce... Bun full of sauce... Bun full of sauce... I try to pour it out see/But the plastic seal won't allow me (You always complained because I hogged it so much) But it's my fucking ketchup! Bun at the rim of the glass now/Could eat the beef off a fat cow (You always complained because it wasn't on your lunch) But it's my fucking ketchup! Gotta bun full sauce/My hand on a beer (It's my fucking ketchup) And at all costs/The bun disappears (It's my fucking ketchup) Such a sweet taste/I got it in the closet (It's my fucking ketchup) Holdin' some tissues/Hopin' I don't drop it (It's my fucking ketchup)
whole thing was really cool.. my favorite was this: "Gotta bun fulla sauce/My hand on a beer And at all costs/It will come out my rear Such a sweet taste/I got it in the closet I'm holdin' some tissues just hopin' I don't drop it Bun fulla sauce/My hand on a beer And at all costs/It will come out my rear Such a sweet taste/I got it in the closet I'm holdin' some tissues just hopin' I don't drop it"