One
Two
One two three
I wasn't braced
And kissed my face
with the scope of my rifle
I had shot it from a blind
As in you'd be blind not to see
That there's a man
in the doorway
of a mother****in' mansion
Aiming at the feeder
where you'd sat to take a feast
That's what I said
That's what I did
And it did not cut one corner
As I carved that
fat-neck-mother
right down to the bone
I let him hang for several days
And then I cut off
hide and scriffin'
I cut it thin
Then throw it in
a Tupperware to soak
I fried some pieces
while I worked
It tasted like I'd made it
Fried in Wagner casted butter
in a quiet country place
With albums gold and platinum
overflowin' to the ceiling
Eatin' big time is a feelin' with
the friends that I have made
Keep my time on my Weiss
Ye godd*mn right I'm flexin'
'Cause a thousand-dollar
watch
is fine enough flex for me
Have you ever got to hold and
blow a thousand f***ing dollars
It runs for 40 hours
And then it winds itself to sleep
It's fought for like a b**ch
And it's a b**ch to keep it goin'
When they ain't
nobody knowin'
any prayer you've ever sang
See me now
I'm on the sow
And I'm ridin' to your city
Eatin' big time
Ain't she pretty
Ain't she witty
Ain't she great
Ain't she great
Ain't she grand
In my world
She's irreplaceable
I'm her surfboard in the kitchen
My blessings come in waves
She's my rebirth
She's my lemonade
My gravy and my biscuits
Mama I've been
out there hunting
I'ma need you to
make a plate
She pets my head
and whispers
You poor thing
You must be famished
I just knew that this
would happen
I got all the fixin's made
I'll get tick-full 'fore I ever pull
myself off of this table
Eatin' big time
Ain't she pretty
Just rollin' in the shade
Eatin' big time
in the holler
Ain't it lovely
Ain't it great