Listen if you wants to
Stephen, Terrence, and Me.
You talk about sonny’s like you know what it’s ‘bout
Delicious food goes in, then pleasing words come out your mouth
This is more than the south
This is more than a trend
Find that hole-in-the-wall and bring your stupid-ass in.
Mild, mixed, or hot, but the hot is for the brave
If you got a weak stomach something else is what you crave
You can’t deal with the hot. Don’t play, it’s not a game.
You think you can? I think not! It’ll have you screaming in pain
Come on, what you got? I’m calling you out by name
You say that shit is good?
Okay, I say the same.
Like a runaway slave, that barbeque is off the chain.
The food is straight you don’t need a meal plan
It’s hotter than the mother fucking klu klux klan
You can bring five friends, you can bring ten hoes
This fire is better than fucking dominoes
This is TJ and yeah I’m six foot 10
A bite of this food will bring you back again
Yeah bring me the sweet tea
Yeah you know that’s all me
I’m downin this shit like its some hot wet pussy
Coal is to hot like sauce is to burn
A bite of this shit and your punk ass’ll learn
That sunny’s is real, your boy T don’t lie
So bring your ass over and give it a try
Yeah I’m white, fuck you who cares
I’m a mother fucking soldier that makes a glare
I eat this food, and its great to eat
It’ll fuck you up and oh my god, skeet, skeet!
White boy goes in white boy goes out
Multi cultural shit from the mother fucking south
Yeah we’re dirty
yeah we’re fly
So swing on over and give the shit a try