Fried Chicken And Coffee lyrics

Fried chicken and coffee they're keeping me mean
I'm wiping my ass with a Hustler magazine

Alright you little birdies out there
It's time for all of you to line up
I want you to get on your knees
And kiss my butt

Hey all you kids, stay outta my yard
I'll shoot your ass
Oh, that makes me hard

Alright you stupid motherf*ckers out there
Wash the ... outta your ears
Put your goddamn hands on your speakers
And listen to the sh*t that I'm about to lay down

I said 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Alright, this is your last chance to be cool
Repeat these magic words
Nashville pus*y, Nashville pus*y, Nashville pus*y, Nashville
Get down!