I see how it is….
Well here’s a new thought on the matter:
I hope the wind blow your fuckin’ wig off reachin’ for the deviled eggs
I hope your kids get salmonella playin’ with the turkey legs
I hope you try to carve the bird and slice your damn thumb off
I hope your mac ’n cheese come out dry and taste like a cough drop
I hope on all your Instagram pics your sweet potato pie got no edges
I hope your phone die mid-Facetimin’ and your mama can’t send blessings
I hope your oven catch on fire and the smoke alarm won’t stop
I hope the fire department pull up late and your casserole turn to slop
I hope your yeast rolls don’t rise and stay flat as a pancake
I hope your greens too salty and your cornbread taste like cake
Bitch, I hope you run out of butter mid-mashin’ the potatoes
I hope your deep fryer overflow and burn down the patio
I hope you tryna put out the grease fire and they run out of water
I hope you run out of fire extinguishers while stoppin’ the fire starter
I hope your pecan pie burn black and your cousin still eat it
I hope the dog snatch the ham off the table and you can’t retrieve it
Bitch, I hope… Happy Thanksgiving!