Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let me tell y'all 'bout a man that you don't wanna cross
Down at Floyd County Prison where he's the kitchen boss
Name's Mr Sunday, and he ain't playing games
Run that cafeteria like he's calling out names
[Chorus]
You don't wanna mess with Mr Sunday (hey!)
Serving time in his kitchen every day (what!)
You don't wanna mess with Mr Sunday (no sir!)
Cross that line, you might not get your tray (for real!)
[Verse 2]
Tried to sneak an extra biscuit on a Tuesday noon
Mr Sunday caught me, man, I felt my doom
Said "Boy, whatchu think this is, some kind of buffet?
Get back in line or you won't eat today"
His spatula's like a weapon and his ladle's law
Toughest man in prison that I ever saw
Got the guards all laughing, inmates showing respect
'Cause Mr Sunday's kitchen runs on direct effect
[Chorus]
You don't wanna mess with Mr Sunday (hey!)
Serving time in his kitchen every day (what!)
You don't wanna mess with Mr Sunday (no sir!)
Cross that line, you might not get your tray (for real!)
[Breakdown]
Listen here... (beat drops out)
I seen him stare down Big Mike without batting an eye
Made Crazy Pete apologize for complaining 'bout his pie
Even the warden tips his hat when Sunday walks on by
'Cause everybody knows... (beat builds up)
[Verse 3]
Got a collection of tattoos and a Southern drawl
But his cornbread recipe's the best of all
Don't try to rush his line or give him any sass
'Cause Mr Sunday's gonna make sure that you finish last
He's been here twenty years, ain't planning to retire
Running this kitchen with authority and fire
So remember what I'm saying, better mind your way
'Cause there ain't no mercy coming on a Sunday
[Chorus]
You don't wanna mess with Mr Sunday (hey!)
Serving time in his kitchen every day (what!)
You don't wanna mess with Mr Sunday (no sir!)
Cross that line, you might not get your tray (for real!)
[Outro]
That's Mr Sunday... y'all better recognize!