(Verse 1) Slap a couple cups of gravy on that dough, Watch your pulse plummet, feel your heartbeat slow. Drown it in honey till the bees come for a fight, And a bucket of butter, you know I’m right. Smear on jelly or preserves from ‘04, If it’s sticky and sweet, just keep adding more. Health food’s for people living too long, If it ain't on a biscuit, you’re doin' it wrong. (Chorus) You can put anything on a biscuit, my friend, They’re good all, til the buttery end. Shit on a shingle was never this good, I’d eat it all day if I could. Jelly or sausage, ham or chicken fried, If it fits on the dough, let it slide inside. Down here it’s a food group of its own, The finest piece of bakery that’s ever been known. (Verse 2) Stack on some sausage that’s mostly just grease, A heart attack wrapped in a flowery fleece. Add a slice of ham that was cured in the shed, Better than any of that store-bought bread. "Fried or otherwise," if it once had a heart, Shove it in the middle and call it art. It’s a gluten-based miracle, a buttery feat, The only way a civilized man should eat. (Bridge) My girl’s a ten: … four from the front … six from behind, But when she makes biscuits, it blows my mind. Her biscuits are more valuable than gold, I eat ’em every day, they never get old. I’ll take apple butter or a thick slice of cheese, I’d eat it off the floor on my hands and knees. (Outro) So stack 'em up high, get as many as you can, The heavy-duty fuel for a Southern man. If it’s round and it’s flaky, it’s a damn good biscuit, And we didn’t even talk about a biscuit with brisket.
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