Jeff August Ego Trip - Fowl

Swan, swan you were the one
But I took you to the click click and now you're gone
Vibing it up in some other house
While I sit with my b.b. gun shooting a mouse

Here mousey, mousey.
Come get your lesson.
Pew pew bang pow boom

Goose, goose you're on the loose
But you better not bite me cause we made a truce
Sealed with bread down your gullet
Don't step to me punk I used to have a mullet

Let's be smart goose
You don't want any of this mullet smoke and you know it
But if I have to I'll break it on down

Duck, duck you're out of luck
Cause I didn't see you coming and you didn't see my truck

Duck we are sorry for your passing
I am sorry I didn't see you
But you are in the Lord's hands now and we must continue with the breakdown

Chicken, chicken you'r finger licken
Good
I'm not sorry I ate you

Written by:
Jeffrey August

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