Juicy Buttery Biscuits (human-written lyrics)

simple minimalist smooth reggae, deep Jamaican male vocalist

hey.. hey.
ayh.. whats up.
boys.
what we doing?
going..
through stuff.
mix up some dough.
yeah..
beat it up
yeah..
beat it up
yeah.
beat it up.
eep.. eep.. eep.

[sigh]
ay.. ay.
fat biscuits..
ah. ah..
fat.. biscuits..

[soft laugh]

ah.
fat biscuits?
my bros have flaky fat biscuits..
localized..
right here in this kitchen..
like..

ay.. ay.
ay.. ay, whats up?
we're acting stupid?
[sigh]
we know what's up.
we got the secret.
flour?
rise up.
we got that
golden
brown
bread
that your grandmother is going to love
like..

ay.. ay.
fat biscuits..
ah. ah..
fat.. biscuits..
got your grandma down
dirty floor board
twerking in the kitchen
like..
[sad]

ay oh ay.
its puffing up..
bread in the oven.
smell that good stuff.
[sigh]
we got the recipe.
The Colonel must be jealous, see.
Habit forming biscuits
home delivery.
via monthly.
subscription.
like..

hey hey.
hey whats up?
so what we doing?
going through stuff.
mix up some dough.
yeah..
beat it up?
yeah..
beat it up.
yeah.
beat it up?
eep.
eep..
eep.

ay.. ay.
fat biscuits..
ah. ah..
fat.. biscuits..
my bros have flaky fat biscuits..
localized..
right here in this kitchen..
like..
eep.
[sad]
eep.
[sigh]
eep..

juicy buttery biscuits.
don't know what I was missing
got them stacked.
high in piles
built two more kitchens..
rats came sniffing
give a rat a biscuit
forty rats deep
cooking biscuits in the kitchen.
oh lord..

forty rats.
forty rats.
we're forty rats deep.

ah. no. no way. in this economy?

forty rats.
forty rats.
we're forty rats deep.

they wear full body hair suits like a hazmat team.
so cute..
[sigh]

forty rats?
forty ratssssss...
forty raaaaatts...
but..
it's only forty rats.
chef skinner.
what do you have..
against them?
what? oh what?

eep.

what? oh what?
[sigh]
huh?
[soft laugh]
huh? what?

ah.. okay. forty rats.
forty rats..
this song used to be..
about biscuits..
but now it's nothing..
about that..
nuh uh.. huh.

we're over it..
it's in the past..
now it's something..
about forty rats.

if I..
were..
harry mack.
I'd incorporate
your hat
or say amnesiac
or alphabetically dismantle
your wardrobe
from shoes
to your wig cap.
i'd pretend
like I forgot
a word..
and then I'd hook it back..
like what was your word?
what was it?
oh yes..
it was..
quizzically..
followed by..
aphrodisiac.
now I remember that..
I have to pretend..
to forget..
sometimes..
so no one realizes
my mind
is audio photographic..

huh.
[sigh]
am I so wrong?
for suspecting?
that that is the way
that harry mack is?
huh?
but if he isn't..?
then his skills are simply fantastic?
so lets go.

so lets go.

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hey.. hey. ayh.. whats up. boys. what we doing? going.. through stuff. mix up some dough. yeah.. beat it up yeah.. beat it up yeah. beat it up. eep.. eep.. eep. [sigh] ay.. ay. fat biscuits.. ah. ah.. fat.. biscuits.. [soft laugh] ah. fat biscuits? my bros have flaky fat biscuits.. localized.. right here in this kitchen.. like.. ay.. ay. ay.. ay, whats up? we're acting stupid? [sigh] we know what's up. we got the secret. flour? rise up. we got that golden brown bread that your grandmother is going to love like.. ay.. ay. fat biscuits.. ah. ah.. fat.. biscuits.. got your grandma down dirty floor board twerking in the kitchen like.. [sad] ay oh ay. its puffing up.. bread in the oven. smell that good stuff. [sigh] we got the recipe. The Colonel must be jealous, see. Habit forming biscuits home delivery. via monthly. subscription. like.. hey hey. hey whats up? so what we doing? going through stuff. mix up some dough. yeah.. beat it up? yeah.. beat it up. yeah. beat it up? eep. eep.. eep. ay.. ay. fat biscuits.. ah. ah.. fat.. biscuits.. my bros have flaky fat biscuits.. localized.. right here in this kitchen.. like.. eep. [sad] eep. [sigh] eep.. juicy buttery biscuits. don't know what I was missing got them stacked. high in piles built two more kitchens.. rats came sniffing give a rat a biscuit forty rats deep cooking biscuits in the kitchen. oh lord.. forty rats. forty rats. we're forty rats deep. ah. no. no way. in this economy? forty rats. forty rats. we're forty rats deep. they wear full body hair suits like a hazmat team. so cute.. [sigh] forty rats? forty ratssssss... forty raaaaatts... but.. it's only forty rats. chef skinner. what do you have.. against them? what? oh what? eep. what? oh what? [sigh] huh? [soft laugh] huh? what? ah.. okay. forty rats. forty rats.. this song used to be.. about biscuits.. but now it's nothing.. about that.. nuh uh.. huh. we're over it.. it's in the past.. now it's something.. about forty rats. if I.. were.. harry mack. I'd incorporate your hat or say amnesiac or alphabetically dismantle your wardrobe from shoes to your wig cap. i'd pretend like I forgot a word.. and then I'd hook it back.. like what was your word? what was it? oh yes.. it was.. quizzically.. followed by.. aphrodisiac. now I remember that.. I have to pretend.. to forget.. sometimes.. so no one realizes my mind is audio photographic.. huh. [sigh] am I so wrong? for suspecting? that that is the way that harry mack is? huh? but if he isn't..? then his skills are simply fantastic? so lets go. so lets go.

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