Yam feat George Clinton


I’m Scooping up this yam, with a Wheat Thin

Through the skin, cause it’s to hot to begin to

Eat it with my mouth, and burn these taste buds out

I microwaved that shit to long almost burned down the house and

All I need is a sweet potato, but I’d rather have a Yam

I get my fix on a subway station, or on a Volcano in Japan

Butter, Maple Syrup, Cinnamon and Nutmeg

I’ll deep fry it in bacon grease in the late morning with old eggs

I like my yams hot, so hot they can’t extinguish

And if you can’t understand it, let me say it in didge langauge

—-all lyrics coming soon