I want that soul food, I want that good food, Don’t want those Whole Foods, Cause I ain’t in the mood, Whip out the blackeyed peas, Steam up the collard green, It’s the holiday season, So you know what that mean, I love me some yams, I chick with some yams, Thick as a full ham Damn, I like make Mac and cheese slightly burnt, Damn that shit be way to turnt, And my potatoes salad better not be mustard base, That’s store bought taste, What a disgrace, Sweet potato pie as sweet as Patty LaBelles The itis is going hit me hard I can already tell, But get those chitlins away from my plate, I’ll never eat those those thangs stank, But I prefer soul food, Over Whole Foods, Bad for my body, But good for my mood, Yeah that soul food, Bland food, That a no fool, That’s no bull, I need that corn bread, That what I said, A little sweet, But never meek, I’m trying get fat, Just so my plate can slap, Yeah I’m getting seconds, With a doggie bag, Aluminum over a plate, This going make my belly sag, Still have residue on my face, I’m clogging my arteries, Cause we have the meats like Arby’s, I’ve been invaded by an colesterol army, My food harms me,