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(Yuh!)
The
only
thing
that
matters
is
this
freaky
grilled
cheese
I
filled
my
body
all
the
way,
ya,
all
the
way
down
to
my
knees
Don't
even
try
coming
near
me,
I
am
asking
you
please
Because
these
two
pieces
of
bread,
drippin'
heavy
with
grease
My
bladder
full
now
and
I
guess
its
time
to
release
Forget
the
egg
salad
look
at
my
pockets
increase
Walkin'
talkin'
bout
my
dinner
and
imma
spend
it
with
ease
Monkey
funky
on
the
table
pull
the
glock
and
say
freeze
(Yeah!)
I
got
fiddies
in
my
pocket,
I
got
gravy
in
my
wallet
Call
yo
grandma
and
she
bawlin'
over
me
like
I
deserve
it
Rollin'
up
onto
yo
block
like
you
invited
me
to
dinner
Pullin'
up
without
the
glock,
cus
I
don't
need
it,
I'm
the
winner
You
the
ham
upon
my
plate,
I
ain't
playin'
with
my
food
Check
the
gravy
in
my
boat,
I
will
pour
it
over
you
I
ignore
your
every
need
Check
the
score
I'm
in
your
feed
I
will
plant
you
like
a
seed,
but
I
don't
need
you,
I
succeed
Spilling
gravy
off
the
ceiling,
dripping
down
the
wall
Tell
me
what's
the
deal,
tastiest
of
them
all
Yeah
I
wanna
get
stuffed
like
a
deli
fresh
turkey
Even
though
that
might
seem
a
little
quirky
Yeah
I'm
eating
green
beans,
mashed
potatoes,
apple
pie
Yeah
I'm
eating
too
much,
choke
this
meat
I'ma
die
But
I
still
gotta
eat
no
matter
how
much
I
cry
Everything
is
too
delicious
but
it
all
goes
to
my
thighs
Walk
into
the
grocery
store,
grab
a
cart
roll
through
the
doors
Put
a
ham
into
the
cart,
I
think
I'll
put
in
just
one
more
Left
my
list
back
at
my
home,
at
least
I
got
it
in
my
dome
My
memory's
been
fuzzy
since
I
blacked
out
in
the
year
oh-four
Place
is
crowded
like
Chicago
tonight
These
two
fools
just
stole
some
Bud
Light
Cranberry,
turkey,
Hawaiian
rolls,
Thanksgiving
dinner
that's
the
goal
No
more
stuffing
in
the
store,
I
guess
I'll
have
to
shop
some
more
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