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(Buck-buck-buck, bucka-bucka-buck-buck-buck...)Aw, yeah. What's up out there? Luke Ski's in the house. Right about now I wanna tell you a little love story. You know what I'm sayin'? It's a Psycho Potpourri love story. Check out the lyrics, ya know? Gonna tell you 'bout what happened when we went downtown to get some grub.I've eaten fast food all around the worldI went and gorged on a banana whip swirlBurgers and fries, big shakes and piesThe kind of meal that would fill-up most guysI got a hunger it feels kinda sultryI'm in the mood for some supper-lovin' poultryI met a woman and she will feed meShe's the fryin' grand gizzard of the KFC(Buck-buck-buck) Love my KFC Bitch, cookin' me a supper, y'all(Buck-buck-buck) I love my KFC Bitch, finger lickin' good, y'all(Buck-buck-buck) Love my KFC Bitch, Extra Crispy ain't so bad(Buck-buck-buck) Love my KFC Bitch, mutha pluck her dear old dadYou know what I'm sayin'? So we was downtown eatin' some lucnh, ya know? Sir Real had some original. My man, J Styles, had some extra crispy. I fell in love with Colonel Sanders 22 year old daughter. It was wild. You know what I'm sayin'? And it got even worse, you know?One night she took me to the kitchenInto the fryer, pieces were pitchin'There was thighs, wings, and drumsticksCrispy, original, Chicken McNuggetsOur kind of lovin' is so rawCovered each other with tons of coleslawLetras de cancionesShe held me close and then said to meThat I was her Golden RotisserieWhat happened next was the bestShe smeared mashed potatoes on my chestHanded me her peice and gave me a nodI nibbled on her breast and said "Oh my God!"(Buck-buck-buck) I love my KFC Bitch, cookin' me a supper, y'all(Buck-buck-buck) I love my KFC Bitch, finger lickin' good, y'all(Buck-buck-buck) I love my KFC Bitch, Extra Crispy ain't so bad(Buck-buck-buck) I love my KFC Bitch, mutha pluck her dear old dadWhat we're really trying to say is Potpourri loves all the chicken. We love white meat, dark meat, nugget meat, it doesn't matter. If you're from a farm, or you got feathers, we will pluck you. Yo, that's all we sayin', man. Word.So every year when Potpourri comes aroundWe go to lunch in every KFC in townAnd you know I'm so luckyThat Baby Sanders left ol' KentuckyBurger girls are all out of luckTheir beaks is too little and they just can't buck (Bguck?)Every night you know where you'll find meNibblin' on the other white meatI'll chomp on a leg, or two, or threeAnd wash it down with a little Ice T!(Buck-buck-buck) Love my KFC Bitch, cookin' me a supper, y'all(Buck-buck-buck) Love my KFC Bitch, finger lickin' good, y'all(Buck-buck-buck) Love my KFC Bitch, Extra Crispy ain't so bad(Buck-buck-buck) Love my KFC Bitch, mutha pluck (Buck-kaw?) her dear old dad(random bucking...) From Letras Mania