Lyrics:
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again
what?)
Your bitch is to the side, I'm chicken, she fries, on me (ayy)
It's some weed, and it's lots on me, umm
I'm on your bitch side like Nationwide,
I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me
Quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys
Don't try it kill'em
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry (cry, cry, no more laughter)
I
on this so I hope all you guys don't mind
Hi Earl
Here's some french fries you can all split
Oh there's kosher pickles
Thank you for the french fries
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry (cry, cry, no more laughter)
I
let's turn up the heat 'til we fry
The girl is at your side, are you gonna do it
She wants to be your bride, are you gonna do it
She wants
my oh
Little did I know, she had bigger fish to fry
My brother tried to warn me, Mama she scorned me
My friends all told me, I was under her spell
you want fries with that?
Your ketchup's in the bag
And a check is in the mail
I hope your chicken's raw inside
And I hope your bun is stale
I'm
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry
No more laughter
I should be happy
like "you want onions on that?"
I'm like, yeah, I already said that I do
Plus we need curly fries
And don't you dare forget it!
And two medium root
let's turn up the heat 'til we fry
The girl is at your side, are you gonna do it
She wants to be your bride, are you gonna do it
She wants
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry
(Cry, cry, no more laughter) I
Mm,
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry, cry
No more laughter
(Oh
jack
It's gonna take time, all you really need is time,
Let's get together, and fry,
not naughty, but nice, it's not wrong it's right
All you really need
a lickin'
Tonight's fish fry's gonna taste like chicken
But we did just fine if I do say so myself
Cause a bad day of fishin' beats a good day of anything
the remix, motherfucker, stand up now (yeah)
I'm very large in these streets, niggas small fry
Got a type of check I could knock your whole hood down
Go
seems okay
I'm a little bit more Tennessee and there's whiskey in my veins
I'm sweet tea sippin' on a front porch, sittin'
While my hubby fries
the end, you know you're gonna fry…
Fry, fry here
(Hey, ho, hey)
Uh, excuse me, sir,
Is there a bathroom here?
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry (Cry, cry, no more laughter)
little did I know
She had bigger fish to fry
My brother tried to warn me
Mama she's scorned me
My friends all told me
I was under her spell
But I wouldn't
Poor Jud is daid
Poor Jud Fry is daid
All gather round his coffin now and cry
He had a heart of gold
And he wasn't very old
Oh why did such a fella
a very hard choice
Cant make up my mind
Main dish or the side
Burger or the fries
But I gotta choose one
Hopefully I'm right
Or imma pay the price
My
feed ya
Yeah
Yes, I know my way around the kitchen
I'mma bake it, fry it, I'mma do the dishes
What would you like
What would you like
What would you
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