Ol' Ben sure ate his fill

[Instrumental Intro, Acoustic] [Verse 1] Creepin' round at dusk In the city of Alabama My armpits smell of musk Remindin' me of Gramma Where has Gramma gone? She passed so long ago Her lawn was overgrown Nobody could have known [Verse 2] Sittin' out on my porch Reminiscing the past No moon light just a torch Drinkin' beer until I crash My nose twitchin' at a smell I member from way back when As my grampa would tell She made a pie for Ol' Ben [Pre-Chorus] I fuckin' hated Ol' Ben [Chorus] Cause he was a damn bitch Always treat me like his bitch Fucked my gramma like a bitch Made my grampa feel like a bitch [Post-Chorus] And then he ate all the damn pie... [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Driftin' twards that sweet scent Kinda smell like Cletus does Many memories of Ol' Ben Eatin' the pie that he loved But this time it will be mine I see a window begin t'open An old gramma lookin' fine Startin' to understand Ol' Ben [Verse 4] She maybe fine but now I'm taken By a pie sittin' on the window Must be pear and is that bacon? Baked into the now crusty dough Creepin' round at dusk Twards the house of an old lady My pace is quiet but brusque I'm a good guy, if a little bit shady [Pre-Chorus] But I fuckin' hated Ol' Ben [Chorus] Cause he was a damn bitch Always treat me like his bitch Fucked my gramma like a bitch Made my grampa feel like a bitch [Post-Chorus] And then he ate all the damn pie... [Instrumental] [Bridge] But gods do I understand Ol' Ben He musta been one o' the wise men He ate that pie and my gramma too Ol' Ben died when he didn't chew [Pre-Chorus] But I'm gettin' that damn pie [Chorus] And I'm fuckin' the lady too Gonna treat her like my bitch Eat her pie cause I'm a bitch Bet grampa still feel like a bitch [Post-Chorus] And then she called the sheriff... [Verse 5, Memory] At least I ate that sweet pie And chewed it good Don't think I'd wanna die Though I know Ol' Ben would [Post-Verse] And maybe Cletus would too Gods, I miss Cletus [Instrumental Outro] (I forgot to talk about my sister wives) (You didn't think I'd forget about that?) (They may be hot and my sisters too) (But Gods they can't cook a pie)