Turkey T@co$

I'm eatin' turkey tacos, for the next two weeks
I pile on the stuffing and I know my breath reeks
I'm screamin' in the mic until the meter peaks
My favorite part of turkey is the beaks

When I take a tinkle, like to take my time
I beat a biter down if he steals my rhyme
I like to drink tequila with some salt and lime
And when I mountain bike I bitch about the climbs

Takin' out the Timmies with my two tone tank
Tweakin' on the turret, it's like money in the bank
Beat ya with my battle rifle, give yer head a crack
Then I hide around the corner 'til my shields come back

Throw a couple 'nades then I switch to my sword
I'm comin' in to slice you in the spinal chord
Spray you with the shotgun then I steal your flag
And then I blab about it on my Krazy Blag