"Joey The Butcher" lyrics
Shaggy 2 Dope Lyrics
I chop the back off
Sell it for half off
Tender and soft
At Joey's butcher shop
(On sale right now, full arms, broasted in a hickory maple)
I slice the feet
Marinate the meat
(Mm) So good to eat
At Joey's butcher shop
(Sweet pickled feet, glazed in a blue-cheese chili sauce)
I got a line, stretching all down the block
Everybody loves my butcher shop
We got backs, thighs, ribs and eyes
"How about a whole head?" I got you guys
My meats are all dipped in formaldehyde
To keep them juicy. Open up wide
Throw them on the grill. I love the smell
Wheres my shop located? Hell
I serve human meat, bone and around
I serve face with an apple in the mouth, pig snout
How ever you like it, hot or mild
All parts and flavors stacked up and piled
Barbecue fingers, my appetizers
Deep fried nut sacks, great for sliders
Try an elbow or maybe a foot, sir
Look for my sign out front: "Joey The Butcher"
Ribs, legs, back, feet (mm)
All you can eat, at Joey the butcher's
He, he, he, he, he's Joey the butcher
He, he, he, he, he, he, he he's Joey the butcher
Head, balls, neck, knees (mm)
Eat 'til you please, at Joey the butcher's
My tasty ribs slide right off the bone
I could feed an army or just you alone
Do you like fat lips? I love 'em
Blood all over my face as I shove 'em
All down my through, though I really shouldn't
'Cause they're all fat. Give 'em up, I couldn't
We got delicious toes, boneless and nail free
Or how's about a rump ass? Feed the whole family
The suckers in Hell, they just love my shop
'Cause they all starving, I'm all they got
And what better way to enjoy your day
Than a penis dipped in soy sauce? (Yay!)
They love me, 'cause my meats ain't stiff
Except the one in my pants, if you get my drift
I make organ stew and give it a good stir
Delicious for him or her, from Joey the butcher
Ribs, legs, back, feet (mm)
All you can eat, at Joey the butcher's
He, he, he, he, he's Joey the butcher
He, he, he, he, he, he, he he's Joey the butcher
Head, balls, neck, knees (mm)
Eat 'til you please, at Joey the butcher's
Hearts, half off (mm)
Served cold with testicle soup
And a side of crunchy pee holes
Country fried butt cheeks (mm)
Lathered in red blood gravy
Mm... Tasty
Ah. So fucking tired
Alright. Good night, babe
"Good night"
Sell it for half off
Tender and soft
At Joey's butcher shop
(On sale right now, full arms, broasted in a hickory maple)
I slice the feet
Marinate the meat
(Mm) So good to eat
At Joey's butcher shop
(Sweet pickled feet, glazed in a blue-cheese chili sauce)
I got a line, stretching all down the block
Everybody loves my butcher shop
We got backs, thighs, ribs and eyes
"How about a whole head?" I got you guys
My meats are all dipped in formaldehyde
To keep them juicy. Open up wide
Throw them on the grill. I love the smell
Wheres my shop located? Hell
I serve human meat, bone and around
I serve face with an apple in the mouth, pig snout
How ever you like it, hot or mild
All parts and flavors stacked up and piled
Barbecue fingers, my appetizers
Deep fried nut sacks, great for sliders
Try an elbow or maybe a foot, sir
Look for my sign out front: "Joey The Butcher"
Ribs, legs, back, feet (mm)
All you can eat, at Joey the butcher's
He, he, he, he, he's Joey the butcher
He, he, he, he, he, he, he he's Joey the butcher
Head, balls, neck, knees (mm)
Eat 'til you please, at Joey the butcher's
My tasty ribs slide right off the bone
I could feed an army or just you alone
Do you like fat lips? I love 'em
Blood all over my face as I shove 'em
All down my through, though I really shouldn't
'Cause they're all fat. Give 'em up, I couldn't
We got delicious toes, boneless and nail free
Or how's about a rump ass? Feed the whole family
The suckers in Hell, they just love my shop
'Cause they all starving, I'm all they got
And what better way to enjoy your day
Than a penis dipped in soy sauce? (Yay!)
They love me, 'cause my meats ain't stiff
Except the one in my pants, if you get my drift
I make organ stew and give it a good stir
Delicious for him or her, from Joey the butcher
Ribs, legs, back, feet (mm)
All you can eat, at Joey the butcher's
He, he, he, he, he's Joey the butcher
He, he, he, he, he, he, he he's Joey the butcher
Head, balls, neck, knees (mm)
Eat 'til you please, at Joey the butcher's
Hearts, half off (mm)
Served cold with testicle soup
And a side of crunchy pee holes
Country fried butt cheeks (mm)
Lathered in red blood gravy
Mm... Tasty
Ah. So fucking tired
Alright. Good night, babe
"Good night"
Writer(s): Joseph Bruce
