Country Fried

[EP]
You got a honey dew list; its "honey do this and honey do that"
No money off rip, look bummy; in fact
Hit the strip with hasidics, linger if you're past due
Plus she says shes with it, on her sphincter theres a tattoo
Cool!
Half the flesh gone - leper born
Still spicy like a szechuan peppercorn
At dawn, come and meet me at the days in
Bomb (?) got a ganger speaking brazen
He resembled Judge Ito off the endo
Searching for prawn, with no incognito window
I got middle aged women sipping (?) zinfandel
I sit idle, now a black cloak infidel
He bringing back Molly, get the cameras
Holly and Tamaras all be probably polyamarous
We pauly out in Canada with cannabis
Rolling the amethyst, like a ganga life is glamarous

We keep it funky, right?
Danggone it
I want it country fried, with anything on it
Its just the same old, same old pony
(Heard)
Its just country fried, with anything on it

[MoF]
Judging by upper arms she got the agent for the thickening
Had to give her a Chattanooga chicken wing
The summer fling, think I met her on Ashley Madison
Sening me messages, telling me to meet her at the Radisson
We played a game of strip badminton
Then I suckled from her teat, all while she read a nigga paddington
No Benjis, all I got is a ripped Hamilton
And a thick sleeve (?) replica of Rick Hamilton
But fuck it, I might just stop off at a shady dive
That probably hasn't had a customer since '85
Even defies(?) involuntary bowel cleanses
Bathroom equipped with the rotating cloth towel dispenser
But I can eat palenta laced with pelonium(?)
And still give a fully coherent speech up at the podium
So fetch me a bottle of Glenn Fidditch
And some southern belles who down to t-bag a nigga mid-itch

We keep it funky, right?
After playing quidditch
Danggone it (Danggone it)
I want it country fried, with anything on it
(tomato, ketchup.. anything, nigga)
Its just the same old, same old pony
(same doppgang)
Its just country fried, with anything on it