Sour Grapes billy woods (Ft. E L U C I D)

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[Verse 1: billy woods]
Pig knuckle, braised soft
White tablecloth, skewered squab
Smile like El Gato, chilled gazpacho
Greens tossed
Extra virgin sits on top the sauce
I'm your boss' boss
Did it my way
Hit the highway to rob, some took a loss
And came hat in hand
Eyeing a seat at the table, but I let 'em stand
Selfish
Butter poached shellfish
The charred flesh of the helpless
Scoop marrow from bone
I can only imagine those loans have grown
Like the mortgage on your aspirational home
Liens leaning on your ceiling, the beams groan
You got a lot on your dome
I eat like Noreaga, vomit crusted on the throne
Blood run out the prime rib
Student debt the next ship to sink like that subprime shit did
Napkin, tucked like a bib, filthy
Silverware untouched, rip carcass, grilchy
Swiftly, condemn the guilty, sacrificial lamb
Rosemary, cracked black pepper
What you want from me, marital advice?
I suggest you crack the heifer
Check her
Double check the exchequer
Then tell the chef
Pork belly on polenta
Poached egg centered
Grated white cheddar
Vacuum every crumb
Black & Decker
Show a lil' leg honey, I might tip better