Meat Grinder

(Sleeping in a jar)

(Sleeping in a jar)

(The jar is under the bed)

(Sleeping in a jar)

(The jar is under the bed)

Trippin' off the beat kinda, drippin' of the meat grinder

Heat niner, pimpin', strippin, soft sweet minor

China was a neat signer, trouble with the script

Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget

Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though

Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go

Ever since ten, eleven, glad she made a brethren

Then it's last down, seven alligator seven

At the gates of heaven, knockin', no answer

Slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas

Yes, no, villain, metal face to Destro

Guess so, still incredible in escrow

Just say ho, I'll test the yayo

Wild west style fest, y'all best to lay low

Hey bro, day glo, set the bet, pay dough

Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco

The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors

Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers

In all quad flavors, Lord save us

Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne

Think you know the name, don't rack your brain

On a fast track to half insane

Either in a slow beat or that the speed of, "Wrath of Kane"

Laughter, pain, hackthoo'ing  songs lit, in the booth, with the best host

Doin' bong hits on the roof, in the west coast

He's at it again, mad at the pen

Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men

Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers

You could find the villain in satin, congas

The van screeches, the old man preaches

'Bout the gold sand beaches

The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesse's, Jesus