We've done it before, so..
 

Lets write a song. Again. Hopefully more people will record the finished version than last time (myself included..).

Starting with the lyrics:

Atlanta chicken burger
You got a bowl o' beans

You got ice in ya root beer
If ya know what I mean!

A box of little donuts,
The same old shirt

Ice cold nigga in a hood fulla hurt

shit what's that in my sandwich?
looks like a piece of dirt

A gust of wind blew it out of my hand
Atlanta Chicken Burger a-rollin 'cross the land

Rollin to and fro from coast to coast
I just jerked off in your french toast

so creamy and sweet that i can't resist
look it, my apple juice tastes like piss

I know you see it, too hard to miss
Beck's rhymes ain't got shit on this

It's the old Atlanta Chicken Burger
Bustin' out of Georgiaaaa

*guitar solo*

But a Becks beer won't get you so far
With a Hey-Nonny-Nonny and a Ha-Cha-Cha!

Scooby Dooby Doo and a rocket car
Living your life in an old Atlanta bar

good ol whiskey tits never spoke
about her good old days, gettin' super soaked.

She just sat there slumped
A cigarette in her mouth

"oooooooohhhhh baby, do baby
you know me, you baby"

But I left her there in her with the devil
Sin smothered her heart within

wheres my bottle of vodka?
wheres my bottle of gin?

and wheres that thieving Vodka Goblin?
At least I have my absinthe and a stash of champagne

I took one last look as I walked out the door...
forgot her already, now there's dope I gotta score.

Got some H, got some oxys
Now im fucked up to the core