Smoked Turkey

I like smoked turkey subs, provolone in it
I like that steak wit the bone in it
Leave me alone with it
I know I ain't phone in a minute
I'm sorry I know I'll get better at it

I dance around the topic
Got mosquitos in my chinos
Dodging your free throws
Because you're bad for me
And every body knows
All I wanted was some Italiano
From down the street bro
Clearly my night is ruined
And you think you should go
I called you a taxi
And it's just down the road
Now don't go textin me
When you get home
You can keep lovin me
All on your own

Got Bolognese in my veins
Got mayonnaise when I'm paid
Take out food, when I'm in the mood
Pockets lined with goo
Razor blades on the tip of my shoes
Watch out, cuz I just might kick you
I mean i needa show you who's in charge
It was never Homer, it was Marge
And you a simp son
Don't be a wimp hun
You ain't worth a fart
From Bart's challah buns
Speaking of buns
Have you seen the set of yams on the milf down the road?
Matter fact, from head to toe
Nipples like ham slices on butter rolls
Sweet like profiteroles
Girls with daddy issues need a better role model
In their lives
It's no surprise
Toxic women enjoy when their pies get bust
Open
Let the dough rise after it soaks in
The milk
Vanilla silk
Bouillon Bilk, for dinner
Sorry I only date sinners or beginners
But don't start with me
Until I had something good to eat
Hangry nikka is a 3
On 10
Otherwise it's straight 11s
Keeping me fed
I'm in Heaven
Just give me head in the kitchen
Call it double dippin

I like smoked turkey subs, provolone in it
I like that steak wit the bone in it
Leave me alone with it
I know I ain't phone in a minute
I'm sorry I know I'll get better at it