KMR, No Onions

Yeah, check it, check it.

Straight from the back of the cart.

No tears here, man.

Never that.

I hit the corner where the steam is rising high

Under the cover of a bruised and heavy sky I place my

order, tell 'em keep it clean and neat The undisputed king of

the concrete street Give me that mustard,

thick and golden-brown With a splash of red ketchup to paint the

town (uh-huh) Sometimes the relish with the sweet green bite But keep

the onions far out of my sight

(No onions!)

Never ever on the bun,

man, keep 'em away (No onions!)

We don't play that game in the street today

Mustard,

ketchup, relish is the code of the crew

But if you bring the white rings,

we got beef with you (straight up)

I seen 'em slip 'em on the grill,

trying to play it low

But I got radar for the white bulb,

don't you know That bitter crunch,

that tears in your eyes trap We shut 'em down,

put 'em straight on the map I want that casing snappy,

dripping with the red While the yellow mustard keeps me focused in

the head (yeah) Relish on the side,

a little sweet, a little sour But the onion-free kingdom holds the

ultimate power

(No onions!)

Never ever on the bun,

man, keep 'em away (No onions!)

We don't play that game in the street today

Mustard, ketchup, relish is the code of the crew

But if you bring the white rings,

we got beef with you (straight up)

Yeah.

Keep it red and yellow,

man.

That green is alright too.

But if I smell a single onion...

We closing the shop down.

Word to the bun. (hahaha)