Lyrics
Peep the smooth grooviness of lyrical ooziness
With scarving ash and pumice rock like Mount Vesuvius
The one that scorched up all those folks there
Still frozen in their very poses when the smoke cleared
Raining fire, barbecue meat 'til
It's mesquite of the grill balled up in a fetal
They like them pickled and smoked
Beer battered, deep fried up if it's a joke
It's on yall to serve man, the cook book
Whoever don't find it too funny to look, look
With clear eyes, and skies that's easily clouded
I wonder how come the graveyards ain't over crowded
Know about it - missing children are delicacies
Tender with the skin, bone-in, many recipes
Fresh from out the oven, bruh
And what cut would you prefer, Guv'nor?
Vocals spill over like the chilling words of Jehova
Or the cup that runneth - let's keep it a hundredth
It's just in time for the world harvest
No matter if you're stinking filthy rich or impoverished
On or Off-line
They're out to get that new new white meat, the fourth kind
The plot thickens like a pot of hot chickens
Few choose to mix it with the lot of rotten pig skins
And get caught up in the rapture
Led to the slaughter like cattles off the pasture
Give them back their pieces
These bloodthirsty gods eat you like mac and cheese wiz
Devoured alive, adrenaline is hot sauce
Only thing could say, use melanin if you're not lost
Similar slaughter to Sodom and Gomorrah
Flee from out the horror and you might can see tomorrow
War time, they snack often, they be back orphans
All was sent back from two tours was empty coffins
Now here's your portion, fresh from out the oven, suh
Prepared medium rare, Cheers, Guv'nor!