I been eating Snacks for years, it made me a animal
There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your snack game on track, not a meal that's whack

Rule nombre uno: never let no one see
The Mickey D's that you got in your front seat,
The smoked cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that mans meal fucked up, get your fries muched up

Number two: never let em know your at the drive thru,
Don't you know Fat Boys move in silence and violence
Take it from your highness
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for their fries and Macs,

Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll eat them fries up, pro-per-ly gassed up

Number four: know you heard this before
Only eat fries from your own supply

Number five: never leave no snack where you rest at
Cuz if someone goes and takes a bite you'll be tight

Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a pot head payin you back shit forget it

Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your snacks and your Fast foods completely separated
Big Macs and Chips don't mix like two dicks and no bitch...
End up takin a serious shit

Number eight: never keep no snacks on you
Them cats that like their snacks want your snacks too

Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin Mcdonalds then don't bring up Mickey D's,
If niggaz don't think you're flapping then the snack runs bound to happen,
They be sittin in your kitchen, hungry and straight bitchin

Number ten: a strong word called dine in
Strictly for paid men, not for broke men
If your friends ain't got the cash say eat shit
Cause you gonna be paying $40 for some eggs plus tip

Follow these rules, you'll have mad snacks when you bake up
If not, you'll have stomach rumblings on the wake up