This is a song about "Turkey sandwitch"

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Or else compete as i swallow and eat you like a turkey meat... bonne petite!

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey?

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose