Roasted Pork (freestyle)

Intro

Hello...

Nah.

Verse 1

Roasted pork

Swung on

Fork go

Tongue.

All my exes has one thing in common, they all say

Ham's nice but not too nice,

Dunn care 'bout ice

But large lungs, shoots dice very nice

Likes to get drunk

Likes punk,

Zen like a monk,

Different view on life

Almost sunk,

Refused crates of crunk

But dealt planes of junk

Well hung...

Man...

Catch me if you can

Charmin' as a skunk wit my architectural plan

Glue in lungs'n''oh-4-2 or was it '4-2-oh

Wit cheese fondue, guess I just stack, W-W-W

Verse 2

Back room...

Need to be back soon

Push a cream of entire bodies and do a cartwheel

I hope her dream lies wit storks. (That's rude!)

Did ya catch that, ya dorks?

...

...Hardly...

Has a white mask,

Batman's nemesis axed for it back

Rap chemist wit bad manners

Taste suffers at McDonald's so I shipped it to a food bank

Safer than Anne Frank in my tank while doin' partly menial tasks

Verse 3

Like Bane or Venom,

Like Tom Hardy

Face Puller,

Name Butcher, Tape Cutter, guess tonight

Is yet

Another late supper.

I got that gift,

I got that force to be reckoned wit

(HAAYAA!)

So say the source of reports

Or take it from the horse's mouth

Kitchen hierarchy

Strong'n'disciplined

Like the

Paraguayan,

Army,

Y'all can't disarm me

Verse 4

I or I, or we, or us

Fly in V-formations

No matter who we facin'

I smell cremation

'Lil brief ovations wit my

Word associations.

Ice-Hockey,

High copy.

Might copy.

Copy, my copy?

Not likely.

Iced coffee

Kamikaze

Mister Miyagi,

Karate Kid

Wax on.

Wax off.

Crane-kick

No witness.

Outro

Top-score on my Atari, I did

I'll show up'n'forbid biker parties

It seems.

I might one day, get that white Ferrari.