What do you think is in the burgers? Somebody knows, nobody talks, somebody owes What do you think is in the burgers? Nobody gives, someday talk so nobody wins What do you think is in the burgers? Somebody’s up, if nobody talks then what is for lunch?

What do you think is in the burgers? Rat poison and dish detergent That evidence that if it surfaced Could affect the case, may spin the verdict What do you think is in the gerber’s? Razor blades and other hideous kernels Insects, and fish and turtles And viscera yet to have been determined O’death won't you spare me over I’m very close to that terra nova With a boiling pot of sub-terra culture It’s extra ultra buenos noches Scriveners with feather pens From pretty birds like precious gems We sketch up existential threats Defensive ends like let’s be friends And it’s tense, I thin the herd I mean what do you think is in the burgers? Billionaires and Bilderbergs Over 99 billion served Bitch, skip a turn, handshake heavy I send yall back into the landscape lefty Leather face and my Freddy sweater I might trail your scent, the Pale death be-header I say less, feed that mess to the shredder Press the patty add cayenne pepper Add more, this is trial and error Never been two burgers alike, like ever Game night with my dice tower My d-20, my night howlers My night owls on fire flowers Got one question for the higher powers, it go

What do you think is in the burgers? Somebody knows, nobody talks, somebody owes What do you think is in the burgers? Nobody gives, somebody talk so nobody wins What do you think is in the burgers? Nobody speaks if somebody can then nobody eats

What do you think is in the burgers? Prophets, sages, book pages Truth in fables, labeled outrageous Boys and girls and kids of all ages What do you think is in the burgers? Gucci purses, proofs of purchase DMT, smallpox, and worse and EMTs and docs and nurses What do you think is in the burgers? Peep the whispers, heed the murmurs In a 2D prison for the visual learners With YouTube to mp3 converters Psyops on the bill Free will sizzling on the grill Get them heretics on the rack They like word to that I’m like on the real What do you think is in the burgers? Zippo lighters, freedom fighters 76ers and 49ers and junk mail from healthcare providers What do you think is in emmm?! People wearing Jordans when the shoe don’t fit 'em White lies, both sides of Pink Floyd's prism Descendants of the slaves turned slave to the rhythm What do you think is in the patties? Hidden data, Missing daddies Bras and panties It’s a trip, better pack a Janny Pakistanis Wires and cables and routers Greedily they grind believers to feed to doubters Innards over the counter Barely know the difference between the inner and the outer What do you think is in the burger They serve up to the casual observer? History meets mystery meat Secret that’s a mess you best keep that tastes mesquite Blood and sweat 'cause you sweat the technique And tears from the deck that knock you into next week And pigs feet Enough to feed all of 125th street What do you think? Old tires, no iron or zinc in that pink No riboflavin Lead paint Ain’t no misbehavin’ Oh right that’s your favorite Chunks of pavement Quoth the raven Acid, antifreeze But forget it, don’t sweat it, just add cheese Hey!