Post-Sellout Songtext
Hey, what's up guys (Koe what's going on man?)
Hey, the girl up at the front desk, she bad as hell
Oh, Tiffany? (Yeah, she's fine)
Yeah, she's a, she's a very, beautiful young woman
So um, we've got everything set
Do you need any umm, water or Fresca?
Nah, man I'm good, appreciate it though
Um, just uh, come sit right here
Love the record by the way
What we're going to do here is we're gonna sign right here
Hey, the girl up at the front desk, she bad as hell
Oh, Tiffany? (Yeah, she's fine)
Yeah, she's a, she's a very, beautiful young woman
So um, we've got everything set
Do you need any umm, water or Fresca?
Nah, man I'm good, appreciate it though
Um, just uh, come sit right here
Love the record by the way
What we're going to do here is we're gonna sign right here
Just initial there
There
And down at the bottom
You're all set
Welcome to the team
Wait, does this make me a sellout?
There was a man
He had a chicken farm
He did it right and he knew it was right
Where the money would flow in
His grandaddy told him when he was a young boy
He said son you're gonna die on this chicken farm
So you better get used to shoveling manures and
One day he went home
And his wife was sucking some dick
From one of his homeboys
And he said why'd you do it to me
She just cried and he let his homeboy just leave
And so they fucked for a second
And finally they quieted
She cooked up some fried chicken
And they started moving silent
Through the kitchen to some old song
They didn't know what was wrong
Until the children came in and said Mom and Dad what are you doing
And they said nothing we're just boot scootin'
Around the kitchen at nine
O'clock in the night
The next morning he said baby, don't worry
I gotta go to work but it's not in a hurry
I can got time for, to love on you
But I gotta question for you
Did he stick his finger in your ass?
Like you like it, like you let me do
I can't handle it if you let him stick his finger in it
I won't have it no way in hell
I'll shoot him in the face and go straight to jail
But I got some chickens that need feedin'
Cows at home they need to be grazin'
But they won't do it without me, no
While my fucking wife is a whore
Why do you like to suck mean dick every goddamn night
I wish you weren't such a whore
But I kinda like it because it makes me horny
Baby, please come back to me
Is your mom available?
There
And down at the bottom
You're all set
Welcome to the team
Wait, does this make me a sellout?
There was a man
He had a chicken farm
He did it right and he knew it was right
Where the money would flow in
His grandaddy told him when he was a young boy
He said son you're gonna die on this chicken farm
So you better get used to shoveling manures and
One day he went home
And his wife was sucking some dick
From one of his homeboys
And he said why'd you do it to me
She just cried and he let his homeboy just leave
And so they fucked for a second
And finally they quieted
She cooked up some fried chicken
And they started moving silent
Through the kitchen to some old song
They didn't know what was wrong
Until the children came in and said Mom and Dad what are you doing
And they said nothing we're just boot scootin'
Around the kitchen at nine
O'clock in the night
The next morning he said baby, don't worry
I gotta go to work but it's not in a hurry
I can got time for, to love on you
But I gotta question for you
Did he stick his finger in your ass?
Like you like it, like you let me do
I can't handle it if you let him stick his finger in it
I won't have it no way in hell
I'll shoot him in the face and go straight to jail
But I got some chickens that need feedin'
Cows at home they need to be grazin'
But they won't do it without me, no
While my fucking wife is a whore
Why do you like to suck mean dick every goddamn night
I wish you weren't such a whore
But I kinda like it because it makes me horny
Baby, please come back to me
Is your mom available?
