Eat Da Meat

Hey yeah I wanna eat baby 

[Oooo how you doin' baby?
No not you
You the fat legged one (ha ha) yeah
What's your name? meat?
Damn Baby that sounds sexy

Here I go here I go here I go again (again?)
Girls what's my weakness? (Pork!)
Ok then chillin' chillin' mindin' my business (word)
Yo Kris I looked around and I couldn't believe this
I swear I stared my mom my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh
greasy, greasy (oooo) - had to lick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the bacon
A pig? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide make it greasy
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a lick, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a pork sausage should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how make the bacon that you fry

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna eat eat eat

eat eat da-meat

eat da-meat
eat da-meat da-meat da-meat

eat da-meat

eat da-meat

eat da-meat da-meat da-meat 

Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for feedin' you bacon like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some meat with that yum-yum biscuit?
you smell like pork and I wanna lick it

You're a pig farmer? - dang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it taste?
yummy, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a greasy mutha-
Well-a, I like 'em real fat, pigg-y style by the mile
greasy black skin with a smile
fryin' in the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum
bacon bits, bacon dip, can I get a plate? (please)
Baby, take a ride lets shake n bake, you make me wanna... 

Eat eat da-meat (Bacon, hey)
eat da-meat
eat da-meat da-meat da-meat

eat eat da-meat (Don't you know I wanna eat, bacon)
eat da-meat
eat da-meat da-meat da-meat

Well let me bring you back to the subject, Jen's got a pound
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you flip it in my pan my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your [super spam]
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you make it best under pressure
[Yo, piggy, I wanna like, taste you]
Getcha getcha lips wet ’cause it’s time to have Grease

On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me eat
this man’s meat in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough, on bacon, biscuits
eat eat da-meatie like big fatty for sheezie
I love you in your farmer jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, “Oooo, oooo, oooo!”
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna eat 

eat eat da-meat
eat da-meat
eat da-meat da-meat da-meat
eat eat da-meat
eat da-meat

eat da-meat da-meat da-meat

[Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He's the fatest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Oooo!] 

K and the J wanna eat with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I’m wicked, Greasy, (yeah) fry pig skins but never quickly (that’s right)
I fry the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my pork, here’s the hot sausage (hot sausage)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn that’s a big sausage)) and have ya soundin’ like a retard (yeah)
Big ‘Pork Love-Her, six-two, wanna feed you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Mmmm, I wanna eat

eat eat da-meat
eat da-meat
eat da-meat da-meat da-meat
eat eat da-meat

eat da-meat
eat da-meat da-meat da-meat

Oh, you make me wanna eat
Hey yeah, I wanna eat, baby

- Mr. B