She don’t believe in soy nut bars
But she believe in pigs in jars
Smoked loins in the meat department
Cow tongues up in tight compartments

You more like love the spinach shit
I’m more about/ shit tonna trout
Ordered the hors d’oeuvres, views of the slaughta
Straight from a page of ya fave food autha

And the sauce is so cheesy
Man, why can’t dishes always be this meaty
She in the kitchen, butcherin’ so sleazy
I get a call like “where are you, Greazy?!