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letra de gluttonous - squat daddy

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turn up my microphone for this one

trash

gluttonous x 4

[verse 1: squat daddy]
hopped up in the garbage truck
sauce levels looking heavy
better get up out my face
or you gon end up like spaghetti

or some cheese cappelletti
got you speeding like andretti
cause its pasta point of no return
you really wasn’t ready

nightmare, slob freddy
stopping me was in your dreams
all this drip got me feeling
like i’m in a submarine

baked bean interior
candy coat the color cream
and the flow coming smooth
like i’m eating vaseline

true slob cuisine
living large inside the junkyard
so deep in the gravy
that i had to call a lifeguard

squat daddy thor
this my house, call it trashgard
school you with the hammer
go home, no report card

scarred by the bars
from the dumpster king
i’m the whole greasy bird
you’re just a chicken wing

this ain’t a playground boy
it’s a boxing ring
this ain’t spam my boy
this is beef, the real thing

now you clinging to the hope
of making a comeback
but i’m a savage like 21
i’m calling blackjack

game over
ringing the bell like hunchback
ain’t no disney song
this the slob soundtrack, yeah

[angry cow noises]

[verse 2: big c.o.w.]
godd-mn
ouuuugh

i don’t do nikes and supremes
i do wife beaters and krispy kremes
i k!ll the sickness like antihistamine
hairy and gross, the opposite of mr. clean

4 globs of mayo is the dream
smothered in a burger with extra cheese
nuclear farts clear out the scene
smells like guacamole and bacon grease

fallout 76 after this bomb released
sounds like an exorcism, call the priest
gut so large, call me a fantastic beast
scamander in the cut with a fancy feast

and we told you this was just a preview last track
we smashing and gorging, you can’t stop us
we the slob boys and we dump, dump, dumping
ouuuugh

[verse 3: squat daddy]
now it’s time for dessert
it ain’t over yet
slob boys coming through
to collect your debt

and our bars ain’t plane
we’re not air cadets
our breads way too long
like some french baguettes

ain’t no empty threats
you better stay inside
’cause we spreading this slob life
worldwide

daddy swimming on the beat
like it’s high tide
big c.o.w. rawhide
tagged in from ringside

he bringing the landslide
when the whole herd’s stomping
ain’t no knocking
they’re just clomping and chomping

the sounds they make?
gonna be quite haunting
catch you late night
when you ’bout to start yawning

give you no warning
i’m there on the scene
stepping out the stretch
garbage truck limousine

big sludge cloud around me
looking like a smokescreen
trash mask on, gimme the loot
it’s halloween, yeah

- squat daddy

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