Lyrics:
better hope we don’t run in
Cause all my opps I turn into pork skins
And make their people eat it cause pork is a sin
My bitch got a fat ass so I copped
used to eat pork chops from that broke pan, now we in a Porsche chopped on the road fam, oh man
Both don't know where we going, but you can't pass up
whatever to defeat you
Grab your carcass, carve it up, leave no room to spill too
Have you ever looked into the pork at the grocery shop?
Do you ever wonder
свинья, ты pork-pork
Пиздец почерневший называют durk-durk
I drew косую линию, я покурил бля снова
Ты че бля подойти боишься, у тебя бля фобия
Эта сука
Like pork belly with a roast Nigga we gone kill them niggas on god
That's on my life and that's on gang and that's on god
I bet I'll catch you
How you tryna go war with me? I used to be on your team
We used to share the same meals, rice, pork, and beans
We used to fuck the same hoes right in
feeling so fine
Now I'm smelling like bourbon flavored pork rinds in the government cheese line
Drinking warm O.E. in the morning sunlight
I drive a rust
pork, and I've never been a big fan of pork. I'm saying, if someone is gonna go through all the trouble of preparing it for me, and tricking me into
flavor do you want? We have chicken, pork or steak)
Huh? (We also have our special of the month Turkey Jerky
So which one will it be?) Mh - I think that
I sell ice to Eskimos
When I'm not selling ass to assholes
I sell ice to eskimos
And like the cut makes the blood so the pork makes the pig show I'm
are shocked about your guts
There aren't only pork and nuts
RAVENOUS
Human flesh
For some time
Cause some style
It's your prime
As cannibal meal
Do you
pulse, yeah that nigga's dead for sure
Bet he get resurrected in the belly of pregnant whore
Smell fear, and it stinks in here
Smells like hot pork when
Pork and beans, running through the can
The whole Doppelgang living in a fuschia van
Coast to coast they maneuver through the land
And still have
a bulletproof vest
Full body armor if dem aim fi yuh head
Read up a psalm and watch di whole ah dem dead
Dead dead dead like pork chop
Slice and dice dem wid di
with the guys...
In Alvin...
eating pork and drinking wine
Everything's just fine
Eating pork and drinking wine
Everything's just fine
those tights
Talking to the pork but the pork pots empty
You can't compete with those tattoos
I go where I can but I know she can see me
Don't make no
a marathon
The pork's a little rare
Blueberry tarts, then come wet farts
The chaffing in my dairy air
Bull leg strut, monkey butt
Bull leg strut, monkey
turning on the rotisserie all day.
Well it looks like the piggy couldn't stand the heat
Now he's just pork, the other white meat
Tenderize him with his own
the table, and no pork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let
and Roll singing cab driver, Hey Hey
1213 1213
Ain't no muff to tuff as long as Pork's shaving minges
1213 1213
Angie's coming with a batch of her
Mushu Pork
I go by Lucifer but you can call me Lucy for short
I go by Mr. Persecution because I do it for sport
But I respond to Kahuna because I got two
Man!
Ha Ha Ha, Ha, the Fat Man!
The Happy Fat Man!
Fat Man!
He knows just where he can find
The best baked beans and pork
He's got nothin' on his mind
wciąż oh
Więc uwaga na pana co wpada na chama napada na bit
Jak fama napada na łamach pism
Rymów skala zapala zostawia na falach dym
Ala ma kota Pork ma
Yeah, I'm Chinese and what?
Yeah, you know who this is, Jin
Let me tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings coming
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