Natalie go get a real job

(haha yeah)

(listen up, Natalie)

Natalie,

go get a real job You work at Sonic,

serving up the slop Quit wearing that bob,

you know it’s whack

I’m ’bout to tell your mum

you built like a corn cob

Walking around looking like a whole corn crop

Now you got roasted,

go grab your snack pack

Messing with Young Cracker,

girl, that’s wack

Talking to a pinecone like it’s talking right back

Back at Sonic, serving water as pop

Called it Sprite, had the fish doing flops

That pop so weak,

it’s weaker than me Looking like Natalie Reynolds,

all over my feed

Told me “calm down,”

but I’m not holding back

I know I called you Black,

but not like that Said you’re taller than Shaq

— girl, check the facts

Shaq gonna see that bob and say,

“Where’d you get that?”

That bob so greasy,

this ain’t Grease

IRS on the oil,

government taking a piece

Bob shining so hard,

looking like a refinery More oil in that bob than an entire

oil industry

(go get a real job) (whack)