Atmosphere - That's Not Beef, That's Pork lyrics

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Yo Anthony man, you just texted me again man

Nah man no, he's trynna, he's trynna get me to do a verse on his shit

Yeah same dude that used to talk all that shit back in the day

It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man

Surrounded by all these little piggies

Round a pool table, holding on a glass full of empty

When them rappers came out of nowhere to hit the spotlight

Oinking at the crowd about who cares and not quite

Pretty sure there was more on stage

Than there was in attendance in the rest of the place

I tried to give a listen, it was impossible

The main dude sounded like his motherfucking mouth was full

Understand what that train wreck looks like

You've seen it before, bad rapper with a good mic

Screaming like he means it like it's a classic verse

Couldn't even make out a fraction of them words

Minnesota, too nice for it's own good

Half of y'all should still have a cold foot

Order me a refill, try to block it out

And act like these little pigs didn't come from this brick house

Never meant to be a part of you or you

I just want to be a part of one two, the one two

Get off the stage, smack your crew

Real friends wouldn't let you act like a fool

Your beats go "fa, fa, foof"

And your girlfriend pretends that she don't even know you

In your late twenties, ain't making any money

Like an overweight ballerina, sad and funny

We all think you so damn wild

The way y'all still rock that talent show style

No one's impressed with your extended set

Except your idiot friends that you scribbled on the guest list

Just to be clear, Atmosphere in here

If you spitting a cappella I'm a spit in your beer

Ten minutes later and they still up they yapping shit

Turn the sound down and let us read the captions kid

You did a song that was so damn passionate

I almost had to piss my pants when I was laughing at it

You look so goddamn dramatic man

Everybody pulled out their phones to call an ambulance

Your CD-R needs a little CPR

You makin faces like you should of played the lead guitar

You ain't an MC, you an MC's wardrobe

Freak of culture like a white girl with cornrows

Go ahead and do you, don't front

If rap is just another excuse to smoke blunts, huh

It's alright man, get yourself a hype man

And come take up a couple more minutes of our life span

Twin cities, tighten up and get busy

Got all these little piggies trynna suck on these big titties

Of one two, the one two

Of one two, the one two

One two, the one two

The one two, the one two