Willam Belli
Detox
And Vicky

You might feel shame (you might feel shame)
When I cross-dress, but that's not what's to blame
We're making our coin, but it's all for food
We'll do anything, we're down for groups
After taking some dudes from behind (i'm a top)
All we wanna score is chicken, fried, oh-oh

Someday, somebody's gonna make you wanna gobble-up a waffle fry
But no, don't–don't ya know?
Chick-fil-A say you'll make the baby Jesus cry (baby who?)
Dudes with boobs, gay-for-pay, even dykes say: Yay
So chow-down at Chick-fil-A
Chow-down at Chick-fil-a even if you're gay (even if you're gay)
Chow down at Chick-fil-A

(I know what I want) have it your way
(Yeah, take that shit) BK, McD, Subway all taste the same
(Preservatives) you're tired of eating meat that just went: Moo
(Moo, sorry 'bout it) taco juice that makes your butt spew
(That's gross)
So please don't sue us for libel
We just want a little meat without your Bible, oh-oh, oh-oh

Someday, somebody's gonna make you wanna gobble-up a waffle fry
But no, don't–don't ya know?
Chick-fil-A say you'll make the baby Jesus cry (baby who?)
Dudes with boobs, gay-for-pay, even dykes say: Yay
So chow-down at Chick-fil-A
Chow-down at Chick-fil-a even if you're gay (even if you're gay)
Chow down at Chick-fil-A

Come down to Chick-fil-a it don't matter if you're gay
I said no mayonnaise, fuck
Spicy fried chicken may burn hole out
Sting-ring for days, but that chicken's worth the pain

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I seen a rainbow
And on the other side, there was a bucket of Polynesian Sauce for me to dip my nuggets in
Why is it, because I live my life so gay, that I should not eat Chick-fil-A?
I'm gonna eat it anyway
They say His promise is true, but what if you are a Jew?
They need a kosher meal, too, to bring their life to anew
Closed on Sunday's, and it's awful
Now there's tears in my eyes, no more waffle fries
My only bleeding hope is for the fags who can't cope
With the fact that they hate gays, but their food is so dope
The chicken's to blame, like shooting 'caine into your own vein
What a shame you don't enjoy the chicken broiled by flame
You'll get fisted but to eat there is delicious
Well, I got an appetite, I ain't got no pride
We queens are bottomless pits
Forever in the drive-thru
Honey mustard on my tits, all for me and none for you

Someday, somebody's gonna make you wanna gobble-up a waffle fry
But no, no, don't ya know?
Chick-fil-A say you'll make the baby Jesus cry
Dudes with boobs, gay-for-pay, even dykes say: Yay
So chow-down at Chick-fil-A

Chicken-chow-down
Chicken-chow-down (i'ma eat up all this shit)
(That's mine, that's mine, too)
Chicken-chowdown, baby (you're gonna wanna pass that sauce, girl)
(Put it in your mouth)
Don't matter if you're gay, just chow-down at Chick-fil-A
(Bible-thumpin' bitches)
Chicken-chow-down (you're awful)