Biscuits And Menstrual Gravy Lyrics

It's breakfast time this time of month,
Biscuits on the rag.
Greasy finger food, soggy and sloppy,
Just the way I like it.
Southern homestyle cuisine, coming right up.

Her thick red slime,
Oozing out onto my plate.
She's spread eagle,
I'm spreading it on.

Chunks and bubbles,
In fresh warm gravy,
Spilling forth, just for me.

Eat it up.
Eat it all.

I lick my bloody chops, it's time for seconds.
I was always taught to clean my plate.
Once I'm done, I keep on grubbin'.
Mamma loves to make my favorite meal.