Lyrics:
talking! Elvis! god talking!
Pornfest pork fat Jesus Christ night light.
Elvis fresh meat and a little whipped cream.
Pornfast cornfat Jesus Christ night
my way?
I could use some help here with a can of pork and beans
I once had a family but they up and left me
With nothing but an 8-track, another
eye
Whenever he goes by my window
Daughter, daughter, he's in love
And you're in love, and love is grand
Hey Marie, I gotta da pork chop
Hey
When within your mean
If you can't afford caviar
Don't be ashamed to eat pork and beef, yeah
I'm not trying to tell you how to do it
I'm only
greens
Air freshener smell like chicken and pork and beans
I work the grave yard shift cause I'm dead on my feet ya'll
really want to quit but
the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man.
[Chorus]
Let the Midnight Special shine a light
Spiced minced pork wrapped in a small pancake.
Steamed or fried tastes so good.
Spiced minced shrimps
Wrapped in a small pancake.
Steamed
favorite rapper
That I'm tryna kill him, really
I'm in the porsche drop, 911 Porsche box
They can never eat me like a
Muslim and a pork chop of course not
pomoże mi w tym valium
Znam swojej choroby stadium argumentuje nią album
Jestem Pork Pores Porkinson trzy osoby wbite w jedną
I choć to chore to biorę
furnished room
The bed the chair the table
The TV picture comes and goes
Too bad you don't have cable
How do you like that paper plate
And those pork
Yeah I sit back at 3 am
But I'm still up, yeah fuck em
Yeah I'm pourin a 4
In my cup
Don't fuck with em
Don't fuck with porks
Ya free my brudda
Yeah
you a beaded dress
If you don't shake, baby you're gonna be just like the rest
I'm gonna cut your pork chop, baby, gonna trim your cheese
I'm gonna
Is the butcher poisoning your pork chops
Are you sure you'er mail's been oopen before
Is the dude behind the desk
Behind the smiling skin
Behind
That's what you do to me
You make me want to break the laws of time and space
You make me want to eat pork
You make me want to staple bagels to my face
count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
Who didn't
pork chops and forgive my sin?
Surround me with your boundless love
Confound me with your boundless love
I was drowning in the sea, lost as I could
old Junior, you know, got a little crazy
With that P.B.J. that one day ??)
[Chorus]
Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You'll be feeling just fine
Lord to bring the bacon home * But it's just salt pork we're eating lower on the hog * But if I die in the mornin' they can't say I didn't pay my way *
look long
The name is Mark, and no I'm not Mork
And yes, I eat pork 'cause it's tasty on my fork
And no, I'm not a jork but I'll jork it out the pork
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
Nutbush city
No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
I said
to the west
Never making no money and a-starving to death
A-living on coffee and cold sardines
Soda crackers and pork n beans
But I finally went to Music
furnished room
The bed the chair the table
The t.v picture comes and goes
Too bad you don't have cable
How do you like that paper plate
And those pork
Hey now, welcome to my house
Gonna have a barbeque and maybe I'll invite you
Got a side of pork
Got a side of creamy salad
Got a jar of cole slaw
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