joke whatever i made
roaring meemaw coming soon lyrics: 6 feet under the brisket man is waiting for the smoke for his pan spreading the spices out without a plan like the every daily thought that bothers the brisket man could I do something to make it spark inside my reactor made in the dark so he lived the brisket man, brisket man with his meat, in the pan so he flies to watch the whole wide world lose their minds way up high, in the sky with the sun, in his eyes ain't it nice the spice forever for brisket
