This is a song about "Country dinner"

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

But im takin you out for dinner,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Even though her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

She whimpas as i reside my fingeras for a taste "mmm dinner".

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Winner winner chicken dinner

I couldn't get any bigger