Willam Belli….Detox…and Vicky…
You might feel shamed
(You should feel shamed)
Detox: “You’re an abomination”
We might cross dress but that’s not what’s to blame
Willam: Making your coins but it’s all for food
We’ll do anything… we’re down for groups
After taking some dudes from behind
Detox: “I’m a top!”
All we want to score is chicken fried
Oh…
Some day somebody’s gonna make you wanna gobble up a waffle fry
But no, go, don’t ya know, Chick-Fil-A say you make the baby Jesus cry
Detox: “Baby who?”
Dudes with boobs, gay for pay – even dykes say “YAY!”
Chow down at Chick-Fil-A,
Chow down at Chick-Fil-A, even if you’re gay
Detox: “Even if you’re gay”
Chow down at Chick-Fil-A
Vicky: “I know what I want.”
Willam: Have it you’re way (Have it your way)
Detox: Yeah, take that ****.
BK, McD’s, Subway all taste the same
Willam: Preservatives!
You’re tired of eating meat that just went “moo”
Detox: “Moooo!”
Vicky: “Sorry ‘bout it!”
Willam: Taco Tuesday makes your butt spew (insert flatulence)
Vicky: “That’s gross.”
Willam: Please don’t sue us for libel, we just want a little meat without your bible
Willam: Ooohoohoooohhh
Someday somebody’s gonna make you wanna gobble up a waffle fry
But no, go, don’t you know Chick-Fil-A say you make the Baby Jesus want to cry
Uhhhhh
Dudes with boobs, gay for pay, even dykes say “Yay!”
So chow down at Chick-Fil-A, Chow down at Chick-Fil-A
Even if you’re gay (Even if you’re gay)
Chow down at Chick-Fil-A
Willam: Chow down at Chick-Fil-A, don’t matter if you’re gay
Detox: Yeah. Doesn’t matter.
Willam: I said no mayonnaise. ****!!!!
Detox: God damn it.
Willam: Spicy fried chicken may burn, hold ups and rings for days but that chicken’s worth the pain
Detox: Yeah, yeah, yeah
Detox rap:
I see a rainbow and on the other side there was a bucket of Polynesian sauce for me to dip my nuggets in
Was it because I lived my life so gay I should not eat Chick-Fil-A - I’m gonna eat it anyway
(Vicky: Yes)
But what if you are a Jew? They need a kosher meal too, to bring their life to a new
(Vicky: What?)
Those anxieties, it’s awful, now there’s tears in my eyes, no more waffle fries
(Vicky: Aw, man)
My only bleeding hope is for the fags that can’t cope, with the fact that they hate gays but the food is so dope
The chicken to blame, it shouldn’t cater to your own thing, what a shame they don’t enjoy the chicken broiler flame
You’ll get fisted but to eat there is delicious, well I’ve got an appetite – I ain’t got no pride
We queens are bottomless bliss, forever in the drive thru. Honey mustard on my tits, all for me and none for you
Someday somebody’s gonna make you gobble up a waffle fry
But no, go, don’t you know Chick-Fil-A say you make the baby Jesus cry
(Vicky: No one cares.)
Dudes with boobs, gay for pay, even dykes say - YAY!
So chow down at Chick-Fil-A, chicken chow down, chicken chow down
Detox: I gonna eat up all this s***. That’s mine, that’s mine too.
Chicken chow down, baby!
Vicky: You don’t want to pass that sauce, girl.
Put it in your mouth!
Don’t matter if you’re gay, just chow down at Chick-Fil-A
Vicky: Bible thumpin’ b*****s!
Chicken chow down!
Vicky: You’re awful. I’ve had it!
21-03-2012, 04:52 PM
Willam Belli - Chow Down (at Chick-fil-A)
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