Listen Porky
You’re a prize alright, get drunk and just stay there
Showing off that Blue Ribbon like it’s the one you got for top pig at the State Fair
So fat i’m starting to think photosynthesis can really happen
He’s in the fridge so much his hair color has become one with the kitchen cabinets
His whole body depressed, those muscles are burning
That middle finger needs a Xanax and a pep talk just to get up in the morning
Bro that pic BRIGHT, so much red it’s a dire pattern
I mean I can’t prove it, but this has to be some kind of fire hazard
Wash. Your. Hair. Stand up straight and crop the shoulders
When chicks say that they dig grease they’re talking about the one with John Travolta
So ugly, I swear to got that pose is brutal
Your father might be Michael Moore, but your mother is DEFINITELY a toaster strudel
It’s ironic I would want to read anything this bastard wrote
Looking like George RR Martin laid under that heat lamp and had a stroke
But it does bring light to a situation that’s tragic at best
Your hairline is protesting equality and it’s happening on the back of that neck