Don't Ignore the Balls

The beef is that bitch Her body is tea And the sausage, she’s nice Some would say sweet Warm milk, warm water In the bowl they shall meet Like an ogre, I have layer Grate me if you dare Salt and garlic powders Parmesan showers You ate and left some crumbs Just enough to have a ball Don’t overcrowd the pan Sear-iously, keep them small