Meat Hole Auntie Fah (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Spoken / Slow Sultry Groove] Mmm. Some people nibble. Some people graze. Some people order a little salad and pretend that is a personality. [pause] Not Auntie. No, Auntie came hungry..... For MEAT. [Beat Slides In] [Verse 1] Low light dripping Like butter on a plate Knife on the table But I don’t like to wait I see that platter Coming through the smoke Whole room quiet Like the grill just spoke Sausage stacked high With a confident lean Little shine on the skin Looking almost obscene Wieners in rows Meat sticks in control Auntie opens wide Her meat hole [Chorus] Meat hole Feed that meat hole Mounds and piles Till I lose control Meat hole Deep little soul If it’s hot and thick Put it in the bowl Put it in the bowl No shame, no greens No delicate role I’m a carnivore, baby Feed my meat hole [Verse 2] I like a slab with weight I like a stick with snap I like a smoky little something That I can sit in my lap Brisket so tender It forgets how to stand Ribs fall apart When I look at the pan Don’t bring me garnish Don’t bring me leaves I want a full tray sweating Like it knows what I need You can keep your cleanse You can keep self-control Auntie got plans For her meat hole [Pre-Chorus] Don’t judge my hunger Don’t fear my plate Don’t act surprised When I marinate You came to watch Now you caught in the pull Everybody got cravings Mine cum full [Chorus] Meat hole Feed that meat hole Mounds and piles Till I lose control Meat hole Deep little soul If it’s hot and thick Put it in the bowl No shame, no greens No delicate role I’m a carnivore, baby Feed my meat hole [Break – Spoken / Bass Gets Nasty] You in the front. Why are you blushing? I said sausage. That is a food. [pause] A long food. A proud food. A food with confidence and terrible boundaries. (wink) [Verse 3] Breakfast meat Dinner meat Midnight little sinner meat Backyard smoke Gas station joke Wrapped up tight With a greasy little note I’ve had fancy cuts On porcelain white Had paper-plate glory Under parking lot lights If it got sizzle If it got soul Auntie makes room In that 'ole meat hole [Bridge – Smoother / Cabaret Torch] Under all this appetite There’s a simple little flame Some folks call it vulgar When a woman wants the same But hunger ain’t shameful Pleasure ain’t a crime And a full-mouth laugh Is a holy little sign I will not be dainty I will not eat small I was built with a craving And a mouth for it all So pile up the platter Let the judgment roll Auntie cums alive Through her meat hole [Final Chorus] Meat hole Feed that meat hole Mounds and piles Till I lose control Meat hole Deep little soul If it’s hot and thick Put it in the bowl No shame, no greens No delicate role I’m a carnivore, baby Feed my meat hole Meat hole Bless that meat hole Sausage, wieners Stacked up whole Meat sticks, slabs Let the good smoke roll Auntie got love For the meat hole [Outro – Spoken / Music Smolders] Now before somebody writes a complaint... This song is about barbecue. Mostly. (WINK) [pause] Protein. Sustenance. The sacred relationship between a hungry mouth and a suspiciously confident sausage. [pause] You made it nasty. I made it dinner. Now pass Auntie a napkin... And something with girth. (I said wink) [End]