Guv'nor (Chad Hugo Remix) (Instrumental)

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!