McD`s Bitch

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    McD`s Bitch


    Slap meat on that grill.
    Make the Sandwiches.
    Drop them Fries.
    Wash them dishes.

    Store that order.
    Cook some MChick.
    Make that salad,
    Fix Archie the fry machine.

    Get a hot mop.
    Sweep that floor.
    Starting to feel like Cinderella yet?
    well dont your at McDonalds whore.

    Are them nuggets up yet?
    Are you making Nemo?
    You better be
    Don`t make me come over there.

    Did someone order a crispy Asian?
    Box them pies.
    Time them salads,
    Don`t break that coffee pot.

    That`ll be coming out of your check
    Got a hundreded dollar Bill in drive through
    Best get that manager
    cause you ain`t aloud to deal with that.

    Ask the customer that age-old question
    Do you want fries with that?
    What more am I than
    A McD`s Bitch

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