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chorus:

got the stuffin on the table
e’rybody’s feelin’ grateful
at dis point my hunger’s a fable
and you know i got the game right up on cable

got the stuffin on the table
e’rybody’s feelin’ grateful
at dis point my hunger’s a fable
and you know i got the game right up on cable

lil snow:

kaila on the mic so you know we spit it right
god my flow is dreamlike
got these rappers on a pike
i be reppin oyster river all day got nothing to say
but you know we don’t play look

we came here for just one reason religion
just to pray we needed permission
sick an tired living in submission
then it was time to make decision

came to a new land, sick an tired of the fryin pan
build a house, we ain’t livin like a caveman
make a gameplan so we can lay out the ranch
god d-mn i be feelin like superman!

time to give thanks with these indians
feelin all warm inside like the caribbian
lookin all slimy like you an amphibian
sorry guys for the smallpox you’re recipiants (ayy!)

feelin grateful feelin good as gold
dealin painful lines to rappers (bold)
breathin graceful prayers to god in cold
eatin tasteful food with common –

rappin so smooth i be rocking this groove
they be hatin my moves but i cookin they food
but i couldn’t care less i be slurpin down puddin
try and fight me you shouldn’t

yung frosty:

i been cookin sh-t up, my turkey platter is greasy
yalls mouths can shut, i’ll leave you flattened beneath me
you just can’t compare, i be on a roll
‘specially when my mom been whipping up that bean c-sserole!

satiric and lyrical, this the autumnal pinnacle
when it comes to being thankful on this beat i’m the ge-ner-al
you like christmas? so typical. red and green? that sh-t’s supa dull
squadin’ up with the fam-ly: that’s a november miracle!

waftin’ turkey thru the halls
oh sh-t that’s the smell of fall
‘taters knee-deep in gravy
you know i’m gonna eat ‘em all

fourth thursday of november
feel like a pilgrimage member
and when the turkey’s out the stove
you know we gonna have a ball

yo yo let’s cut it to the chase
thanksgiving’s how we arrived at this place
europe sailed to this country
in some typa’ oceanic race

escaping politics’ the reason
not afraid to commit treason
bleedin’ for credence leads ‘em to
fleein’ in freedom’s pretense so

stuffing? i don’t really want that sh-t
why you eatin’ healthy on a night like this?
turkey all day ‘til the moonlight hits
then we spin it back round, throw some ‘taters on our dish yuh!

in the oven not baked, wait, steaming hot foods, man you know it’s unsafe in your face like (yuh!)
cran-berry sauce on my plate man it’s gotten so late, i ain’t barely gotta taste so

gotta bring it back to the chorus, man it’s hard to ignore us with that cider that you pour us (uhuh)
i don’t even cook, i just spit, bars hit like a crash when your belt’s unhitched!

we barely started with this rap
this holiday’s an endless tap
of lyrics and feelin’s and all
that other cr-p so don’t feel trapped

i’m almost wrapped, in fact i’m chapped
finished, that’s that, my backpack’s packed
best holiday? that is a fact
here come gobble, to spit it fast

chorus

lil gob:

i k!ll these rappers new to the game
they say my name just for that breath of fame
they tryna tear me down to their plane
but after this verse they’ll abstain

gobble gobble on the beat
so you know the track is heat
family round so we can eat
turkey dark meat other rappers better take the back seat

e’rybody messin’ pie (mincemeat)
momma make real mean turkey feet (ooo!)
you come in this meal pet-te (what?)
you gon be wide as the street

fam got me so warm d-mn now i’m reformed
ham is the new norm bam now the folks swarm
grandparents from far away
they got me feelin dismay

but i’m grateful we can all come together
got a plateful of food up out the cold weather
i ain’t hatful of those who be talkin like blether
but i taking they names if they lookin like cheddar

sittin round the table sayin grace
can’t wait to shove food in my face god bless the united states
freedom all up in this place
us is winnin this race

bringin it back wack rappers they go attack
tryna flack but they smack in the pitch black
cl!ck clack hijack my roof rack on a horseback
but they hit the track with some kickback

e’ryday like my birthday
slayin my prey you can die today
these rappers be spittin all hearsay
now i get up an i gotta say

chorus

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