Burrito

[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)