Mystery Meat

Just got out of normal jail
Now I don't do coke because
I cant stand to
look at my-
self in the mirror.

My dad lent my fine ass out
now I gotta
shit right through
my ribs on the kitchen floor.
Is your man my old
man?

My old man,
he kept a
loose asshole,
and hated my guts.

He
kept his
pecker up,
lied with pigs and
burned the barn down.

My old man,
he kept a
loose asshole,
and hated my guts.

He
kept his
pecker up,
lied with pigs and
burned the barn down.

I saw
loose leather
lose its big britches,
and the brown smell still
liked to
linger.

So go ahead and
make out with yourself
and hope the stench
here
will disappear.

I knocked my
dick in the
dirt, where the
bodies
get buried.

Next to the
place I live.
Right where the
post that gets
licked.

Make out with yourself
and hope the stench
here
will disappear.

I knocked my
dick in the
dirt, where the
bodies
get buried.

Next to the
place I live.
Right where the
post that gets
licked.
But They say I'm different, the anti depressant.



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Writer(s): Justin Pearson
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