Flat Meat

It was two in the morning and Wittman was up
He went to the kitchen to get some grub
There was only one thing in the fridge to eat
Sitting on a plate there was some flat meat

He was a flat meat smuggler

He didn't bother with a fork and knife
He ate it like it was the end of his life
He heard some creaking coming down the stairs
He turned around and Drew was there

He was a flat meat smuggler

Drew looked at him and said what are you doing
Wittman couldn't answer cause he was still chewing
He tried to swallow but he started to choke
There was nothing we could do to save the poor bloke

He was a flat meat smuggler
He was a flat meat murderer
Smuggler



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Writer(s): Matt Claypoole
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