I want the big fat
I want the pig fat
I wanna get my pork on
get my Robert Bork on
I need some soul food
I need some ol' food
I had a dream that collard greens
was like the tigers in the zoo
endangered, rangered, and protected
found only at the meat and two
no more mamas fryin chicken
no more young'uns eatin biscuits
no more bacon in the mornin'
except at waffle house and that ain't right
but the south gonna rise again, ya'll
the fat's gonna fry again, ya'll
gotta go ridin' on my Hatch back
gotta get drunk and cook the fatback
need some pork in them black eye'd peazes
slippery slimey okra sleazes
the beer done made me need the greases
them greases any bender eases
back in the day I'd smoke a doobie
read some porn and slap my poobie
but I done got a wife and kids, ya'll
I can't afford to hit the skids, ya'll
so stuff me full o' Brassica oleracaea
till I look like Jabba with Princess Leia
belchin, fartin, eatin frogs, bitch
then smoke me up a big ole hog, bitch
slow and low
till it falls off the bone
slow and low
then take me home...
I was raised on shrimp and crabmeat.
gumbo served at every swapmeat
not too spicy, this ain't Nawlins,
just enough to get me drawlin'
haulin up them nets from trawlin'
come over here and be mah darlin'
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