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slob boys - potluck lyrics

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[big c.o.w.]
i’m sick of all you small gut vermins
thinking you can come by the slob boys’ dump
and take our godd-mn food
all 101 of you, i got some bad news
slob boys give food to n0body
n0body
ough

longh-rn oxen, toxic concoction
mayo be dropping, strip club bacon
bovine breaking, trash we taking
gut stay popping, skin stay spotted

slopping and chopping
big dump plotting
garlic knotting
toilets clogging

gut the thickest, art exhibit
grand canyon fits it, looks like triplets
cargo shipments, smoked swine brisket
mud brown piglet, fat be jiggling

knock knock, who came to visit?
dave at the door with the tusk loaded digits
smashing on you crickets

while big c.o.w. gets paid in dough and oats
king of the pot roast
hairy and gross
dumping on you greasy little mutts like glenn close
ough

[my boy dave]
big gut slapping, slob boys snacking
skulls we cracking, landfill p-ssion
smashing and g-ssing, dumpster crashing
gravy splashing, eating all the trash

and who’s pulling up in the whip? the 500 lb southern fried piglet
mayo dripping off my lips, quarter pounder on my hip
cause a solar eclipse when i step into the mix
yes

[my boy ray]
ay yo
we’re posted out back of the cinnabon
the frosting comes in kilos
packs being wrapped like burritos

garbage truck candy coat mol-sses
me and dave finesse
we’re on the block making drops
like we’re ups

slam express
pulling into the station
got a special delivery
grease, cheese and bacon

small guts start shaking
when we’re on the road
smoking meat everyday
like it’s the next episode

[dr. gutman]
the applebees parking lot
lambo doors up
hundred piece nuggets
sweet and sour in my cup

mayonnaise being weighed
on the triple beam
belgian waffles in the back
smothered in the whip cream

big gut tactics
we just slam and smash
slob boys going to war
dropping mustard gas

you feel it sizzle in your nostrils
burning up your lungs
similar to when
the sweet chili doritos hit my tongue

[slobgoblin]
no magician
there ain’t no illusions
told you i was coming
with the noise pollution

all this bread
cause i’m a glutton for gluten
the bank of slob
financial inst-tution

eating a reuben
while i’m changing lanes
the sauerkraut
stays running right through my veins

slob revolution
is the main campaign
bringing pain
until nothing but the trash remains

[squat daddy]
when you feel the gut hit you
like a 50 cal
you know you’re messing
with the one and only big c.o.w

slobberknocker’s in the back
with a 40 of marinara
when he starts to sip
it’s time to clear out the area

my boy dave is flipping them packs
like he’s been cooking flapjacks
lifestyle so large
we call it slob imax

cadillac escalade
just smothered in hollandaise
oh you thought it was benny?
nah, it must be ray

[outro: news reporter]
and on the news this evening
a turf war down at the local burger king
authorities said there was no use of weapons
they just got into a fight over the caesar dressing

the confrontation progressed down the block
past the pizza hut and the jack in the box
big guts were thrown causing aftershock
sidewalk to bedrock, the street’s in gridlock

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