This is a song about "Pork"

I shed a tear for the pork i no longer poke with my fork,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Lore's 'n' draws, pulls forward a free portion of pork.

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

Now count how many times i said pork, talk and fork.

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord