This is a song about "Mart pork"

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

February cold as my heart

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Oh nooo, here we goo, must risk it for the fork, must eat this fucking pork!