[Intro: NaS]      Uh, lawd lawd Jah   What I'm gonna do? (What I'm gonna do?)   Uh, shhh, lawd lawd Jah   Ehahaha   Shit is all true      [Verse 1: NaS]      Mmm, Fried chicken   Fly vixen   Give me   Heart Disease   But need   You in my kitchen   You a bird, but you ain't a ki   Got wings but you can't fly away from me   Driving in your bucket seats   From Kentucky   To f**k with me   Look what you done to me   Was number one to me!   After you shower   You and your gold medal flour   Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour   You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating   Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting   Lay you down cause you're red hot   Louisiana style you make my head rot   Then I flock   To the bed then, "Plop"   When we done, I need rest   Don't know a part of you that I love best   Your legs or your breast   Misses Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death   Created by southern black women   To serve massa, guest   You gon' be a nigga death   Misses Fried Chicken   You was my addiction   Dripping with cholest'   Like Greeks with his felafel   Or Italians with his to-mato   Pasta   Or roti is to a Rasta   Trapping me   You and your friend mac and cheese   Candy yams, collard greens   But you knocking me to my knees   It's killing me when I miss, ah   Nothing I need more than a fish fry      [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]      Shit, It taste good, I can't lie   It's like you're walking out a tanning saloon   When I pull you out the oven, from baking I got you on my mind   Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body   So amazing, how you sparkle when I glaze you swine   Hey, my pretty hand hot, it's so feminine   The way you submitting   And how you gave me power   To massaging me to shower   You with lemon water   Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder   Baby   It's like you at the spa   The way you gently   Lay in the pan   While you enjoying you butter milk treatment   I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling   On your skin   Despite the funny fragrance   Still I lick my finger frequent   In any event   I'm reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn't f**k with you   But the way you taste made it hard to resist when I put my mouth on you   But that's another issue   But it FLIES up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you   Was it infection manifesting?   Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you   Intestinal worm chewing on the walls of my intestine   I'ma eat you until there's nothing left   Til my very last breath   You gon be a nigga death   Despite your good appearance   Cooking swine as a chef   You gon be a nigga death   Who cares if the swine   Is mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?   Yes, I eat the shit to death      [Outro: Busta Rhymes]      Ain't that some shit?   I'ma eat some shit   Until what I'm eating KILLS ME!      And I choose to do that   Why?   Cause that's just what niggas do