buttermilk biscuits

y'all ready to get busy?

now buttermilk biscuits here we go,
sift the flour, roll the dough.
clap your hands and stomp your feet,
move your butt to the funky beat.

buttermilk biscuits

we're from l.a. to the carolinas,
dip them suckers in aunt jemima.
it don't make a difference what food you make,
use buttermilk biscuits to clean your plate.
you eat 'em in the morning, you eat 'em at night,
kentucky fried chicken makes the suckers just right.
i eat 'em with jelly at my favorite deli,
wrapped and sealed by a freak named shelley.

buttermilk biscuits

one day i kissed my freak, hit the street,
looking for something to eat,
in an 18-wheeler, looking real swass,
all the girls smile 'cause i'm the big boss.
said i gotta eat now, can't eat later,
made a lot of noise to attract my waiter.
the boy walked up, and what did he say?
he said "buttermilk biscuits free today."
well what you waiting on boy? get up, shake a leg,
gimme 10 of them suckers with grits and eggs.
a glass of koolaid and a whole stick of butter,
them biscuits make me a superfast cutter.

buttermilk biscuits

now grab that can and wrap it in your hand,
bang that sucker till the dough expands.
put them suckers up in your oven.
grab your girlie and get a little lovin'.
add a bit of honey if you want to get funny,
microwave the suckers if you want your honey runny.
gonna get naughty at the mix-a-lot party
and rub them suckers all over your body.

buttermilk biscuits