Testo Meat Rotten Meat - Cornbugs
Testo della canzone Meat Rotten Meat (Cornbugs), tratta dall'album Celebrity Psychos
You ready?
One, two
What comes after two?
Ah, yeah
Time to get on the ol' polyester pants
Oil up them shoes
Put some lard on my hair
Make me smell good
Get that crown of flies, that always attracts the girls
Get out on the ol' barn floor and
Do my personal favorite, it's called
Meat, rotten meat!
Well I am a rapper
And I'm a clapper
And I'm a napper
And I'm a japper
And a whippersnapper
And a crapper
And I like
Meat, rotten meat!
Well, I eat fish
And I made a wish
And I ate it out of a dish
Cause I've got a rap in me
And I'm as big as corn
And I was out there with the haystacks
And I was out there with the half tracks
And I was out there with the anthrax
And I was out there with the thumbtacks
And I was out there with the poll tax
And I was out there with the dirty macks
And I was out there with the chili whacks
And, uh
Meat, rotten meat!
And I had some corn
Just the other morn
Is when I was born
And I was newly shorn
And it's no time to mourn
'Cause I'm, uh, forlorn
And, uh, from the planet Zorn
Meat, rotten meat!
Time for a bird solo
Did you guys get your money's worth, here?
A little peckerhead's got me now, ay ay ay!
Yesterday I went into the refrigerator
Opened up the meat drawer
There was some, uh, Pakistani fellow that didn't keep too well
Grabbed him down at the garage the other day
No one would miss him
And I guess Bubba must've pulled the plug, 'cause
He didn't keep well
And I wanted to make a sandwich, and I just looked down
And you could tell from the smell that it was, yeah
Meat, rotten meat!
Kinda smells like Bubba's feet
Just like a chopped up parakeet
Meat, rotten meat!
Well, I'm a rapper
I'm a crapper
I'm a snapper
I'm a napper
I'm a lapper
I'm a splapper
I'm a flapper
I'm a japper
I'm a capper
I'm a fapper
I'm a lapper
I'm a prapper
I'm a zapper
I'm a quapper
I'm a kazapper
Meat, rotten meat!
Come on out and move your feet to
Meat, rotten meat!
Come on baby, get off that seat
Meat, rotten meat!
C'mon, shake it
Aw, make it
Meat, rotten meat!
God, that smells so good!
Yeah, I like it
Woo!
Hey look, it's an airplane!
Goddamn, I haven't seen one of them in over
Seventeen years!
Wonder what it's doing around here
Maybe it's zeroing in on my cold cuts
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Writer(s): Brian Carroll
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