Flesh Parade
EP • 1998
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One is fat and one is fatter One is Fat and one is Gristle One is fatter than the other Both are black and always pissed off They hate violence, they get carried away Fat and Gristle A little upset, startin' up some violence Fuckin' shit up, kinda carried away Very drunk and not gonna take shit Ya pissed'em off and now you're fucked Fuckin' shit up with a 32oz. ketchup bottle Friday night in the house Smokin' clickum like a mouse Don't give a fuck gonna shoot it up Pour it over dey heads, dope it up Betcha goin' fishin' alla the time Baby goin' fishin' too Betcho wife, yo sweet wife Gonna catch mo' fish den you Buildings fall and kingdoms crawl Fuckin' shit up fo' Taj Mahal Fat and Gristle bloody and confused Lots of sliced beef for them to consume Doin' it all foe, Taj Mahal C'mon! Dey got da blues so bad one time their face a permanent frown Dey feelin' so much better dey can cakewalk into town C'mon You take Fat and Gristle standin' on ma hillside Gristle splanin' ta Fat, dahlin' looka da water deep in da river wide And here comes Captain Carl, Ole Captain Carl carry'n dem guns up the hill And you know he's tellin' C.T. load my guns I got some crackers to kill Really fucked up, drunk, mean and violent Time to make a change, rearrange, think, doesn't matter Mentally incapable of doing anything rationally One is fat and one is fatter One is Fat and one is Gristle One is fatter than the other Hate dem crackers, love fat brothers Doin' it all fo Taj Mahal
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
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