Meat Men
Yeah I like music and I like it loud
And I'm dope like babba dubba dabba dee bop blaow
And I woke up stoked yo
Cause I got a mean beat and I jam
No joke yo
I was a kid in 1999
Stealing from the school box but I turned out fine
I never went to jail
Through my tools in a pale
Almost got run over from the man who gave mail
So come and get it it's time for the feast
I got the hunger like a rather ravenous beast
Let's go if you're ready and you think you can kill it
If you ain't getting down you're getting up in my skillet
But it's alright now I'm off the streets of the town
I'm all back at the homestead feeding the cows
I'm living off the land it was part of the plan
Choosing all my crew like the back of my hand
We are the meat men chop chop chop
Rock that guitar until my heart starts pounding
Grab a pick cause I got three thousand
Big beats make the kids go crazy
Hit them with it hit them with it time and spacey
We are the meat men coming for your hair on your shoulders
A chop chop chop chop we're only all getting older
You got to live in the now or get hit with the pow
You going to eat all the meat or take the final bow
Make coffee cruise control
Crack an egg and let the protein flow
Listen see you got to fuel the soul
Get busy with the chicken casserole
So I'm tough and coarse but I'll never eat a horse
Don't get down like that but I come as a force
I am a meat man strong fertile and rich
You want a piece of me I'll send you back to the ditch
We are the meat men chop chop chop
And I'm dope like babba dubba dabba dee bop blaow
And I woke up stoked yo
Cause I got a mean beat and I jam
No joke yo
I was a kid in 1999
Stealing from the school box but I turned out fine
I never went to jail
Through my tools in a pale
Almost got run over from the man who gave mail
So come and get it it's time for the feast
I got the hunger like a rather ravenous beast
Let's go if you're ready and you think you can kill it
If you ain't getting down you're getting up in my skillet
But it's alright now I'm off the streets of the town
I'm all back at the homestead feeding the cows
I'm living off the land it was part of the plan
Choosing all my crew like the back of my hand
We are the meat men chop chop chop
Rock that guitar until my heart starts pounding
Grab a pick cause I got three thousand
Big beats make the kids go crazy
Hit them with it hit them with it time and spacey
We are the meat men coming for your hair on your shoulders
A chop chop chop chop we're only all getting older
You got to live in the now or get hit with the pow
You going to eat all the meat or take the final bow
Make coffee cruise control
Crack an egg and let the protein flow
Listen see you got to fuel the soul
Get busy with the chicken casserole
So I'm tough and coarse but I'll never eat a horse
Don't get down like that but I come as a force
I am a meat man strong fertile and rich
You want a piece of me I'll send you back to the ditch
We are the meat men chop chop chop
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Pacheco
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