Bacon Bear - Banjo Slappin'

Yo, whatchamacallit?
People always talking, Chihuahuas barkin'
Whatchamacallit?
Kickin' it not in the coffin, Stay Christopher Walken
Whatchamacallit, Dad?
What you be saying, man?
What's the plan?
Beverage - wine in a can
Entrée - Rum ham and...

Bacon, don't do what you think he did
No Cadillac or new V6
New V8, that's tomato juice
Just kiddin', mine is a Camaro coupe
Oops!

The drip is sauce, more gravy
As baby baby "Children of the Corn"-type crazy
Tis hazy
Crazy is type how I feel but y'all type crazy
And if it ain't real life, it's real lazy
Wave to me if you're wavy

Keep that same energy and say it from your chest
Yet I digress, yeet is the yer of the internet
Yer me and Pizza Rat link at the pigeon coop
Edibles delectable with a splash of acid got me seeing two
Doubled up Doubles with a double of bubble guts
Cut the scuzzlebutt
"Fuck you mean?" leads straight to an upper cut

NYC hospitality for y'all
1-800 Bacon on call
Get your bum ass out my way dot com
Stop the bullshit dot org
Y'all need to stop this dot net
No need to kid you - you already know what's next
I got pork chops

Questionables grilling me
Out-of-towners acting little league
Say literally not lit'rally.
Got you sleeping where gefilte meets
Fishy dreams. Dropped em off to the dark part of the street
Outlined in sand from the beach -- ill choreography
Calligraphy in Korean soccer cleats
Cape Silkk the Shocker sheets
Haters, y'all can't rock with me
Arret this mockery
Socko, your Honcho for a hundo
Hanzo, your Rambo for a damn bro
Bacon don't care if you understand
Get slapped stupid with the Banjo

Written by:
Sam Adler

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