Welcome one and all to Dullsville! Ok, shut the fuck up. For those of you who were here with us three years ago, you remember how Saint Phram Dongleson saved our casings. There we were: in the 9th inning; two glizzy guzzlers; no more swine to cull.That’s when our savior selflessly propelled himself into the pink slurry, giving our city the proud tradition we uphold today.
So grab your kids, wife, dog, and the neighbor’s daughter, mix them up into a big meat grinder (which is on lease from Pharm-a-Farm Food and Drug and Prison Corp of Corn)
Now let's get those blades a-whirling, open up all of your holes wide, and I want you to put your feet in the air and give me the CLAP! You know what it is... It's Third Annual Phram Dongleson Memorial Hot Dog Eating Contest! Live from New York!
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Gallons of Pork

Bricked up and fat, a pale glow from the smog
We blow vape juice and treat our girlfriends like dogs in Dullsville
Dullsville
Gallons of Pork

Drop beats and bars and then pass out
The grr-pow is what life’s all about in Dullsville
Dullsville, Dullsville

Come to my pad where the drinks are for free
Comatose bros and I feel so pretty
Have yourself a toke a day
Keeps the Weed Police away

My dad’s a cop, slip it right in your drink
Two in the pink, put my Glock in your stink
I want the N-Pass, all I desire
I ain’t gay but these poppers are fire

Gun noises
GANG
Gallons of Pork

Pickin’ up mob wives in my brand new whip
It’s an ‘02 Maxima, so my mixtape don’t skip

I killed Elvis
40s on me, deadly shits, deadly shits
Fuck old folks, they don’t know nothin’
Shotgun and I’m dumpin’
Your girl’s box smell like ice cream and lox
MP5, George Clooney gonna die
You lovin’ on Batman?
You seen Afleck’s back, man?
Gang tatted on me
Pork boys, no scum on me
Grrpow like grrpow, .22 go pow pow
Silence my bazooka, I shoot ya
You shit so big, you gotta call Roto-Rooter
Naruto run through your hood, what’s good
When I kill Jeff Bezos imma rob him, imma take you out to a nice dinner, mom
Fuck ya Triller, I’m trending on Citizen
I talk shit again: I sell drugs, no middle men
I dated my ex when she was ugly, now she bad as fuck
I’m from the dump
Therapy then I knuckle up
Caress the bag
Guns, literal guns, literal bows, literal pows
Soundcloud

I’m lit, I’m spent
Go home, get bent

Dullsville
Gallons of Pork

Put my dreams on pause because I sat on my J
Moving away? No I ain’t moving away GANG
In Dullsville
Come to my pad where the drinks are for free
Comatose bros and I’m still so pretty
Have yourself a toke a day
Keeps the Weed Police away