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 Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder Heat niner, pimping, stripping, 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 Knocking, 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 Doing 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 can find the villain in satin, congas The van screeches The old man preaches about the gold sand beaches The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesse's Jesus