This is a song about "Turkey"

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

I'm cold on the cold turkey

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