Country Fried by The Doppelgangaz Lyrics
[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
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