Biggie Oof - (Imma) Plucc Dat Burd

Biggie Oof on the tracc
Plucc, p-plucc
Plucc the bird, get him out' the wild
Into the oven, then
Plucc that bird
Wait, no, plucc that
Before you get him in and
Plucc that bird
Get yo marinade
Marinate the turkey, said
Plucc that bird
Then when ya get done
Let it sit and get all turkey
Plucc that bird
You know, when I was young
My dad and I got ours from Walmart
Back then Great Value brand turkeys
Were always in our cart
But now I know that turkeys taste better when you labor
So I put in my hand and marinate the bird for flavor
We got lemons, spices, all kinds of juice
Right on that bird
And then we put it in and cook it at the temperature
That my Pinterest recipe tells me to
Cuz I ain't no rebel no more
After that one year when I burned down the house
Cuz of that bird
Now I put the bird in the oven
And it be smellin' real good
All my aunts and uncles, cousins saying that it's
How it should
So
The bird's cooked for a few hours
And a, a few hours more
But good God have mercy on me
I can't take
Five minutes more
Of Jim and Darla tellin' me about their brand new fishin' pole
Or Gramma Sherman and Pa here complainin' about the cold
Or Walter and Patricia sayin' some things I can't remember
Tellin' me about all the dolls that they dismembered
Oh, but hey
Hear that ring? That's right
It's the plucked turkey ready to be cut up and eaten and
Boy, it should
Taste yummy
But when I put into my mouth
I know it tastes funky
Then I realize that I cooked it with
The plastic wrap on it
Said plucc the turkey
Plucc the turkey
But don't forget the plastic wrap on it
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
Plucc the turkey
I can't do these words 'cuz they're really tw-tricky
Plucc the turkey, plucc the turkey, woot woot
Said, plucc the turkey, plucc the turkey
Ow, ow, ow
Plucc the turkey, plucc the turkey
Boy, take the turkey
Yeet yeet
Skeet skeet
Brrt
Thanks

Written by:
Sarah Futrell

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