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dwv - chow down lyrics

[intro: willam]
willam belli…
detox…
and vicky

[verse 1: willam, vicky and detox]
you might feel shame
(you might feel shame..)
we might cross dress but that’s not what’s to blame
making our coins, but it’s all for food
we’ll do anything, we’re down for groups
after taking some dudes from behind
(i’m a top!)
all we wanna score is chicken fried

[chorus: willam (vicky vox)]
oh, someday somebody’s gonna make you wanna gobble up a waffle fry
but no don’t, don’t ya know
chick-fil-a say you’ll make the baby jesus cry?
(baby who?)
dudes with b00bs, g-y-for-pay
even dyk-s say “yay!”
so chow down at chick-fil-a
chow down at chick-fil-a, even if you’re g-y
(even if you’re g-y)
chow down at chick-fil-a

[verse 2: willam, detox and vicky]
(i know what i want!)
have it your way
(yeah, take that sh-t)
bk, mcd, subway all taste the same
(preservatives…)
you’re tired of eating meat that just went moo
(moo… sorry ’bout it)
taco juice that makes your b-tt spew
(that’s gross)
so, please don’t sue us for libel
we just want a little meat without your bible

[chorus: willam]
oh, someday somebody’s gonna make you wanna gobble up a waffle fry
but no don’t, don’t ya know
chick-fil-a say you’ll make the baby jesus cry?
(baby who?)
dudes with b00bs, g-y-for-pay
even dyk-s say “yay!”
so chow down at chick-fil-a
chow down at chick-fil-a, even if you’re g-y
(even if you’re g-y)
chow down at chick-fil-a

[bridge: willam]
come down to chick-fil-a
it don’t matter if you’re g-y
i said no mayonnaise! f-ck!
spicy fried chicken may burn hole out
sting ring for days but
that chicken’s worth the pain

[verse 3: detox]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i seen a rainbow and on the other side
there was a bucket of polynesian sauce for me to dip my nuggets in
why is it because i live my life so g-y
that i should not eat chick-fil-a?
i’m gonna eat it anyway!
they say his promise is true, but what if you are a jew?
they need a kosher meal too
to bring their life to anew
closed on sunday’s and it’s awful
now there’s tears in my eyes
no more waffle fries
my only bleeding hope is for the f-gs who can’t cope
with the fact that they hate g-ys, but their food is so dope
the chicken’s to blame
like shooting cain into your own vein
what a shame you don’t enjoy the chicken broiled by flame
you’ll get fisted but to eat there is delicious
well i got an appet-te, i ain’t got no pride
we queens are bottomless pits
forever in the drive-through
honey mustard on my t-ts
all for me and none for you

[chorus: willam, detox and vicky]
someday somebody’s gonna make you wanna gobble up a waffle fry
but no don’t, don’t ya know
chick-fil-a say you’ll make the baby jesus cry
dudes with b00bs, g-y-for-pay
even dikes say “yay!”
so chow down at chick-fil-a

[outro: willam, detox and vicky]
chicken chow down
chicken chow down
(i’mma eat up all this sh-t)
(that’s mine, that’s mine too)
chicken chow down baby!
(you’re gonna wanna p-ss that sauce, girl)
put it in your mouth
don’t matter if you’re g-y
just chow down at chick-fil-a
(bible-thumpin’ b-tches)
chicken chow down
(you’re awful)

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