Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kilfeather
Performer
Kevin S. Koonce
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin S. Koonce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kilfeather
Producer
Lyrics
With your tongue tied up it, would be hard for you to make a sound
With your tongue tied up it, would be hard for you to make a sound
Don't make a sound
We've got to tenderize the meatiest part of your thighs
Her wanting eyes dare to astound
We've got to slap some spice all up and down both of your sides
Lay you on a bed of rice
Sure, looks nice
We wasted our time
Basted and brined
Let's put the rest to bed
It doesn't matter what they said
So, let's sit down to break bread
We'll have to ham it up until the bottom of both our cups and your feet are over your head
Don't play dead
We wasted our time
Basted and brined
I'm on my knees
Now please don't make me beg
I need more than a piece of your chicken leg
I marinated for the night, yea
Roast you on an open fire
Come on let me be your tenderizer
A low down, dirty hypnotizer
Come on let me be your tenderizer
She's got sugar and spice
Everything nice
Lookout
I'm begging you now for a morsel
Of just one taste below your torso
My mind is fried, not all lives matter now
Serve you on a silver platter, girl
Come on let me be your tenderizer
A low down, dirty hypnotizer
Come on let me be your tenderizer
She's got sugar and spice
Everything nice
Lookout!
Written by: Kevin S. Koonce