Lyrics:
No time for talk, let's bind him (grrr, bow)
No trace got caught, why the porks enquiring?
Six week trial, yeah, the case got tiring
Thick legs,
I met her at Old Hickory BBQ
Eating a pulled pork plate, sauce all over her face
Sipping sweet tea and Wild Turkey in her Blackfoot T-shirt
She was
Done. Peanut butter, bacon, banana sandwich? Done. Pork chops? Coming right up! It's a great way to save money and get a quick meal. If it's the main
beans, it’s more ops
For Ronald Green, gut a pig that’s a pork chop
I told you he’s a devil, that’s a warlock
He was in the chevy when the Lord knocked
They don't want no smoke
Can't burn what I tote
They don't want no beef
They be acting like pork
Don't deserve my gas
Can't understand my jokes
You
don't get involved
Don't get confused, nigga this is war
I can bring the beef, chicken, and the pork
If you heard 'bout me, let me can get the source
racconteremo che se semo divertiti da pischelli
Pasta, uova e pork belly
Per colazione in hangover non sbagli
E occhio a come la tagli
Metti fogli in
can drive out to the river, share pork pies for dinner
If we're lucky, then we might see some wildlife
Talk about when we're older and sit on the sofa
wanna try
Woke up in a war
Why you wanna beef with your own like?
I keep my beef with the pork
Why you bring a tweet to a gunfight?
Yeah, they
cough cough cah cah.
Choke choke. tote tote.
Puff puff pass bitch. cut my grass bitch. kiss my ass bitch.
Pork chop fat slut. suck my dogs nuts.
Fuck you.
her how I don't eat pork, she took it straight to the heart
Ready to make an assault, she need to make her fucking way to the barn
Cuz that's where
civilized societies
The time has come to remove the pork bellies from their political throne
In an age of oppression
These power mongers must be brought
you criticize when I pour my pain
How dare you criticize when I pour champaigne
Cause even there, I'm gonna see what pork and pain
It's my game! Fuck
listen to the Stylistics
Break down rappers like they had cystic
Fibrosis, never snacking on a Hostess
Or pork rinds (nah) none of that swine
Word got
I'm boiling over?
Come on babe don't make me wait,
Put that meat up on the plate.
Sweet and sour pork or chicken,
All night long I'll keep
count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
who didn't
to fry
Boss Hogg, politicians taken' pork-barrel bribes
Crooked corporation honchos get off with no time
Christmas Eve burglars stealing good
ignorin'
I'm on every track with 24 like Jeff Gordon
Skeemo got it locked like Fort Knox
Cookin' cracks in the fryin' pan like pork chops
Crazy the way I
And rentin Ferrari's, a hell safari
North America wilderness, Zoo York where animals stalk
And work for the devil without a pitch fork
Sellin pork of all
I know it's a dirty habit
But I like to fuck nuns
Slip her a length
And pork her til she cums
Those hessian knickers
Are a sight to be seen
Jesus
Valets and bad plays and condoms in sand
Freeways and delays,
Carnitas means pork
But I miss New York
Marine layers, mad dog stares and avocados
Drunk
Baby Jesus in the mother fucking house
Know what I'm sayin'?
[DMX]
Unh, come on
I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down
to the rowboat
I floated through the plains of sea - an old pork chop greeted me
It was thankful for the company of a dead man who once might have ate him
I
and I got balls enough to treat everyone the same
I once told Stevie Wonder to watch his diet,
I put ground pork in Farrakhan's falafel and told him
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