Dry Kill Logic - Pork Chop Sandwich Lyrics

Gimme somethin' to eat, gimme what you got
And I don't want beans 'cause they make me fart
I don't want no chili, no sir-ee
'Cause that leaves skid marks in my bvd's

I don't want no yogurt, tastes like shit
I don't want a glass of milk from a cow's long tit
And no, I ain't in the mood for a juicy steak
And I don't want a yodel or some chocolate cake

I don't want a Big Mac or a number 3
Hurry up, now take a look at me
'Cause I'm starving, I am about to cry
I could eat this bugar on a piece of rye bread, I said

'Cause if I don't eat soon then soon I will be dead
'Cause in a minute or two
I'm gonna court [unverified] some damage
If you don't cook me up a pork chop sandwich

Pork chop sandwich, eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up

I don't give a fuck if it is five days old
And I really don't care if it's hot or cold
I really don't mind if the bread got mold
Because my pork chop sandwich can not be told

Aww shit, I can smell it bakin'
Hands of junior 'cause this one's taken
Now aww shit, it's almost done
I'm gonna slap that nigga between two buns

Perhaps two pieces of pumpernickel
Put 'em in the toaster that I bought at Riggles
Or did I get it at Top Appliance City
I really don't remember 'cause my stomach feels shitty now

Pork chop sandwich, eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up

I'm about to eat this lovely treat
Two pieces of bread with some pork chop meat
You wanna bite? You wanna bite right?
Well, open up sucka 'cause here it comes, psych

Pork chop sandwich, eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up, eat it

I just see it and I sit back and I smell it
Just see it and I sit back and I smell it
Gotta eat it and I sit back and I smell it
Just see it and I sit back and I smell it

Gotta eat it and I sit back and I smell it
Just see it and I sit back and I smell it
Gotta eat it and I sit back and I smell it
Just see it and I sit back

Gimme my fucking sandwich, you piece of shit