The Former Fat Boys - Happy Thanksgiving lyrics

Mh, hi mom, happy thanksgiving Oh hi honey I'm so glad you're here Thanks so much for having us over Mom, um, this my boyfriend Hi nice to meet you Hi it's nice to finally meet you I've heard so much about you Hey babe help mom with the turkey I'm going to say hi to the rest of the family Oh I'd love a little help Are you good with a baster? You know my mom always said I was quite the master baster Oh really? So tell me a little more about yourself then I'm just a really good rapper That's kind of all I do And I just want to thank you for inviting me over with your family today And I really want to say... Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick My drumstick: give it all our love quick Stuffed like a turkey baster like a dyke chick Go on girl give it that lick lick Stick it in like you're ice and it's an icepick Metaphor: weak, but I won't lose sleep Covering her yams with the coating of that skeet skeet She swears it's dark but I swear that it's white meat She practices on corn like it's p**n and she's Ginger Lee And I'm Mark Weiner, you should've seen her Tweeting to her friends twit pics of her turkey dinner I'm a winner so they call me Charlie Sheen Because I'm a size two and half them s** them clean With that liquid c**aine yeah that white goo All over her face like it's motherf**ing bird poop And she's a windshield And I'm a windmill Catch it her eyes she call's me Holden Caulfield Then I say Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Pretty lady You want some gravy? Open up I know just what you've craving That cranberry sauce from a boss "Oh jesus!" she exclaims because I'm hung like a cross It doesn't make sense, strictly speaking But she's queefing while the family's eating in the other room I got her busy teething she takes it family style all she can eat So thick and chunky s**m swimming all in her teeth Then she says grace, yeah she gives thanks Her kids come in she tells them that it's just face paints Yeah, face paints But you can't play Go on in with daddy, watch the Saint's game I'm getting tired too Her lips are tryptophan I got one more in me I feel my pants expand We make the pumpkin pie She's out of whipped cream Dessert's gotta be perfect so of course I scream Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick Happy thanksgiving, now s** my dick All the pilgrims: s** my dick All the Indians: s** my dick All the pilgrims: s** my dick All the Indians: s** my dick Pocahontas: s** my dick John Smith: s**.. Pocahontas: s** my dick John Smith: umm Merry f**ing Christmas now lick my balls Merry f**ing Christmas now lick on my balls Merry f**ing Christmas now lick my balls Merry f**ing Christmas now lick on my balls Yo it's New Years, taste the taint Yo it's New Years, taste the taint Yo it's New Years, taste the taint Yo it's New Years, taste the taint It's the holidays s** everything, b**h! Ho ho ho Happy motherf**ing holidays