(One, two)(Ah-one, two, three, four)I wasn't braced and kissed my faceWith the scope of my rifleI had shot it from a blind, as in you'd be blind not to seeThat there's a man in the doorwayOf a motherfuckin' mansionAimin' at the feeder where you'd sat to take a feastThat's what I said, that's what I didAnd it did not cut one cornerAs I carved that fat-neck-mother right down to the boneI let him hang for several daysAnd then I cut off hide and scriffin'I cut it thin, then throw it in a tupperware to soakFried some pieces while I workedIt tasted like I'd made itFried in Wagner casted butter in a quiet country placeWith albums gold and platinumOverflowin' to the ceilingEatin' big time is a feelin' with the friends that I have madeKeep my time on my WeissYa goddamn right, I'm flexin''Cause a thousand-dollar watch is fine enough flex for meHave you ever got to hold and blow a thousand fuckin' dollars?It runs for forty hours, and then it winds itself to sleepIt's fought for like a bitchAnd it's a bitch to keep it goin'When they ain't nobody knowin' any prayer you've ever sangSee me now, I'm on the sowAnd I'm ridin' to your cityEatin' big time, ain't she pretty, ain't she witty, ain't she great?Ain't she great, ain't she grand?In my world, she's irreplaceableI'm her surfboard in the kitchenMy blessings come in wavesShe's my rebirth, she's my lemonadeMy gravy and my biscuitsMama, I've been out there huntin'I'mma need you to make a plateShe pets my head and whispers"You poor thing, you must be famishedI just knew that this would happen, I got all the fixin's made"I'll get tick-full 'fore I ever pull myself off of this tableEatin' big time, ain't she pretty? Just rollin' in the shadeEatin' big time in the holler, ain't it lovely, ain't it great?
