Mystery Meat

Just got out of normal jail
Now I don’t do coke because
I can’t stand tolook at my-self in the mirror
My dad lent my fine ass out
Now I gotta shit right through
My ribs on the kitchen floor
Is your man my old man?
My old man
He kept a
Loose asshole, and hated my guts
He kept his
Pecker up
Lied with pigs and burned the barn down
I saw loose leather
Lose its big britches
And the brown smell still
Liked to linger
So go ahead and
Make out with yourself
And hope the stench here will disappear
I knocked my
Dick in the
Dirt, where the bodies get buried
Next to the
Place I live
Right where the post that gets licked
But They say I’m different, the anti depressant