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letra de taco hell (ft. leon leon) - millicow

[verse 1: millicow]
something is brewing, you better watch out
i’m cooking up soup, it’s about to go down
feeling kinda stupid, it was such a bad move to get
all those burritos from taco bell
i’m traveling fast to the gas station bathroom
sorry in advance dudes i have some bad news
i’m packing a disastrous blast in my ass, and the
janitor staff will need a hazmat suit
what the h-ll is this? all the stalls are taken
never should have gone to this god forsaken
seven eleven, i ain’t got no patience
staring at the urinal, contemplating
y’all better get it wrapped up pretty dang fast
or i might take a cr-p on ya motherf-cking lap
i gotta takе fat sh-t now, no cap
quit that fapping and make it snappy, jack

it’s about d-mn time, move out my way
you bеtter run away like your life’s at stake
n0body will survive my hurricane
it’s backed up so high that i can taste it
i’m filling the bowl with toxic waste
here’s my will, so if i don’t make it
tell my kids and wife i hate them
jk, love you, send thoughts and prayers
p–ping so hard i’m seeing stars
barely hanging on, i’m leaving my body
honestly never thought i’d meet with god
while being squeezed like a ketchup bottle on the potty
heinz 5 7 cannot compete with me
my heinie is bleeding unbelievably
and i’m in heaven, but we can see
my body while it’s having a complete release
[spoken word: leon leon]
i got the motherf-ckin rice and bean burrito for a dollar thirty nine cent, and spent about, n-gga, fifteen hours off and on, on three different toilets, so whatever the f-ck this dude says on this song is right

[verse 2]
send me a medic it is pretty pathetic that my
death bed rests on the seat of a public
restroom, i regret my peppery breakfast
can’t believe i’m destined to kick it like elvis
on the bucket, while dumping a hundred pound brownie
ouchie, i’ma blame it on that anthony fauci
even though i never have accepted the vax
he’d still count my death as a covid-19
fatality, but let’s not get off topic
this is not the song for talking politics
i’ll save those rhymes for another moment
cause this song is about dysentery worse than the oregon
trail, i’ve failed to defeat the chocolaty
beast from the deep dark sewers that followed me
all the way from taco bells questionable quality
seventeen too many tacos, i’ll never swallow beans
again, this is the end, it’s my time, i’ve gotta go
please crown me now as the new king of rock and roll
if y’all saw the bowl i’m on i know you’d probably drop and roll
and vomit loads on your clothes, you would all fall like dominoes
all the world will mourn for the loss of soul in my drop zone
evacuate the state, the radiation goes on for so
many miles, ending life of everything, even c-ckroaches
all because i thought i’d go and chomp on some nachos
[spoken word: leon leon]
(crying)
f-ck taco bell, f-ck the gm of the topeka, kansas taco bell, f-ck the dm, f-ck the ceo, f-ck the, f-ck the team members, f-ck the manager, f-ck the shift lead, f-ck the rice and bean burrito, f-ck the grilled cheese burrito, f-ck the chalupa box, f-ck nacho fries, f-ck the nacho cheese dip, f-ck baja blast, f-ck mountain dew, f-ck code red, f-ck every single… f-ck taco bell!
(crying)

- millicow

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