Baby Got Beef

I would like to humbly submit my magnum opus.

Baby got Beef by Mahbuttitches

Oh my god. Becky, look at her fridge.
It is so full. She looks like one of those
Doomsday Preppers
But, you know, who understands those preppers
They only talk to her because
She’s got enough TP for the
Apocalypse, kay?
I mean her fridge, is just so full
I can’t believe it’s so packed, it’s like a grocery store
I mean, whoa, look
She’s just so
Stocked

I stock my fridge and I cannot lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with the TP case and sanitizer in your face
You get sprung
You wanna pull out gloves
Cause you noticed she’s got the stuff
Peepin’ the masks she’s carryin
I’m hooked and I can’t stop starin
Oh baby, wanna doomsday prep witcha
And take yo picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that beef you got makes (me so hungry)

Oooh-rump-a-roastin’
You say you like my defense?
Well let’s trade, let’s trade
Cause you ain’t no panickin’ news feed

I’ve seen her plannin’
No shelf left unexamined
She’s stacked, packed
Got goin in the bunker out back

I’m tired of magazines
Sayin preppers are insane
Take the average male shopper and ask him that
She gotta pack a rib rack
So fellas (yeah) fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt?
Hell yeah!
Then tell her to save it! (Save it) save it! (Save it)
Save that healthy butt

Baby got beef
(Doomsday prep and frozen booty)
Baby got beef
(Doomsday prep and frozen booty)

I like em round and big
And when I’m quarantined
I just can’t help myself
I’m eatin up some animal
Now here’s my scandal
I wanna get you home
And prep, double wrap that meat

I ain’t talkin bout freezer burn
Cause apocalypse times separate men from boys
I want my meat still thick and juicy
So make that Ziplock double
Mix-a-lots in trouble
Pushin out every air bubble

So I’m lookin at news videos
Knock kneed bimbos
Shopping like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I’ll keep my women in the real know

A word to the prepped soul sisters
I wanna get wit’cha
I won’t burst your h20 collecta
But I gotta be straight when I say
I wanna
(Prep)
Til
The evil dead spawn

Baby got it goin on
A lot of simps won’t like this song
Cause them punks like to buy it and use it
But I’d rather buy and save
Cause I’m lean and I’m mean
And I’m down to get quarantined

So ladies (yeah!) ladies (yeah!)
You wanna get isolated?(yeah!)
Then open the fridge
Take it out
Now they all gonna shout

Baby got beef

Yeah baby, when it comes to females, algorithms got nothing to do with natural selection. 2 week supply of groceries? Haha only if she’s dying in 3.

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin yoga and saying mantras
But mantras ain’t got a gennie
Out back yonder

My anaconda don’t want none unless you got prep done

You can do down dog or chanting
But please don’t lose that stuff
Some brothers wanna play that sheep role
And tell you to it’s not logical
So they scoff it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it

So people say you’re whack
Well I ain’t down with that
Cause your bunker’s full
And reserves are bitchin
And I’m thinkin bout stickin

To the sheeple dames in the grocery store
You ain’t it no more
Give me a prepper, I can’t resist her
Red beans and rice surplus here

Some knucklehead tried to diss
Cause his grocery shelves were all empty
He had time but he chose to waste it
And I stocked up for years to get ready

So ladies if the freezers stocked
And you wanna pool resources
Dial 1-900-Pandemic
And kick them conspiracy thoughts

Baby got beef

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