Fried Chicken (Album Version|Edited)

Mmm Fried chicken

Fly vixen

Give me heart Disease

But need you in my kitchen

You a bird but you ain't a ki

Got wings but you can't fly away from me

Driving in your bucket seats from Kentucky

To f**k with me

Look what you done to me

Was number one to me

After you shower

You and your gold medal flour

Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour

You in your hot tub I'm looking at you salivating

Dry you off I got your paper towel waiting

Lay you down cause you're red hot

Louisiana style you make my head rot

Then I flock to the bed then Plop

When we done I need rest

Don't know a part of you that I love best

Your legs or your breast

Misses Fried Chicken you gon' be a n***a death

Created by southern black women

To serve massa guest

You gon' be a n***a death

Misses Fried Chicken

You was my addiction

Dripping with cholest'

Like Greeks with his felafel

Or Italians with his to mato

Pasta

Or roti is to a Rasta

Trapping me

You and your friend mac and cheese

Candy yams collard greens

But you knocking me to my knees

It's killing me when I miss ah

Nothing I need more than a fish fry

S**t It taste good I can't lie

It's like you're walking out a tanning saloon

When I pull you out the oven from baking I got you on my mind

Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body

So amazing how you sparkle when I glaze you swine

Hey my pretty hand hot it's so feminine

The way you submitting

And how you gave me power

To massaging me to shower

You with lemon water

Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder

Baby

It's like you at the spa

The way you gently lay in the pan

While you enjoying you butter milk treatment

I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin

Despite the funny fragrance

Still I lick my finger frequent

In any event

I'm reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn't f**k with you

But the way you taste made it hard to resist

When I put my mouth on you

But that's another issue

But it FLIES up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you

Was it infection manifesting

Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you

Intestinal worm chewing on the walls of my intestine

I'ma eat you until there's nothing left

'Til my very last breath

You gon be a n***a death

Despite your good appearance

Cooking swine as a chef

Who cares if the swine

Is mixed with rat cat and dog combined

Yes I eat the s**t to death

Ain't that some s**t

I'ma eat some s**t

Until what I'm eating KILLS ME

And I choose to do that

Why

Cause that's just what n***as do