This is a song about "Pork chop"

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

All you need is your passport

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

I useta eat top ramen with canned pork to back son

Now we chop the whole fucking block

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Where i stick my dick out and pork your bitch mouth/

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her