Lyrics




Oh, oh, thanks friends
Oh, thank you for coming
Oh, sizzling meat in your sizzling city looking so refreshing
Oh, the fresh air is complimenting
On this, uh, this tasty, tasty night
Oh, please sit down, it's time for the main course
The tip of a lamb and the heart of a man
Enjoy!
Yeah!
I was strolling around the suburb in town
I seen this handsome man all alone, a smoke in his mouth
His manner seemed so insufficient, indolent
I thought I better let him know
So why won't you respect this world around you?
So I pulled out my knife and made it very clear
He'd better have his boots on
Oh, that brutal boy
Oh, he was buttered and spiced and chopped and whipped
Oh, and it was easy too
Oh, the poor bastard's been no one
Hit him, there!
Do I dump him in the lake or dump him in the sewer and slit my neck?
Yeah, I killed a man, he's never gonna see his daughter
I feel the bag can only lead a hunter, water
I feel bad, you know he had a pretty little family, oh
Oh, what a poor situation humanity is in
You marry a man, remarry a woman you don't even love
Have a couple of kids you don't even care about
Nobody deserves that desertion
Nobody deserves to get away with the cheating
And the lying and the stealing and the concealing
And that's why I'm here
I'm sifting this world for a legend that's
Just waiting to do a judge call
Yeah, I killed a man, he's never gonna see his daughter
I feel the bag can only lead a hunter, water
I feel bad, you know he had a pretty little family, oh
Guess this must be feeling inside a kid's stomach
Metaphysical bliss when I stick to my bit
I love it when she starts to cradle little angel crying
It ain't going nowhere, it won't be the
Groan, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I keep it quiet like a healthy blue child
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Like a song through my ear
I killed a man, he's never gonna see his daughter
I feel the bag can only lead a hunter, water
I feel bad, you know he had a pretty little family, oh
Sexified, I knew you anatomically
I got a thing, I didn't have to promise she
She felt the bag, you know she had a pretty little family, oh



Writer(s): Brian Lane, Mike Sapone, Andrew Accardi Copyright: Nah Brah Music



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