PACK THE LAMB

I've got a secret to tell ya- one that's gonna let ya
know about the way that Whitee handles
commotion and strife that comes with being the master
of the lyrics that dominate- the beats that get ya,
shakin your hips- forgettin all your miscues.
Thinkin and your drinkin- to the issues
that I force into your brain, stimulate cerebral tissues.
Don't survey the land, eat green eggs and ham
Like a bunny, grab my honey and I pack the lamb.

Pack the lamb y'all- I pack the lamb.
Packin the lamb y'all- I'm packin, I'm packin' the lamb
Pack the lamb y'all- I pack the lamb.
Packin the lamb y'all- I'm packin, I'm packin' the lamb

While I'm livin- not driven to temporary insanity.
I'm loose- not obtuse- I give my seed to local charity.
I'm spreadin the word, if the secret word is "coochie."
A sanctified, electrified, two-inches packin smoothie.
Overworked and underpaid, the chances to get laid,
decrease even more wearing the pants your mother made.
As I'm gettin mine, your excuse is only feeble.
Slappin the Colonel as you watch it through the peephole.
Playing kiddie games like here's the church and there's the steeple,
open up the doors hopin to find some wretched people,
lower than you on the food chain.
To lame enough not to complain.
It's not my master plan, it'll do in a jam.
Pull out my twenties for a honey so I can pack the lamb.

Pack the lamb y'all- I pack the lamb.
Packin the lamb y'all- I'm packin, I'm packin' the lamb
Pack the lamb y'all- I pack the lamb.
Packin the lamb y'all- I'm packin, I'm packin' the lamb

Don't have to be a shephard- to pack the lamb.
Just take a shot and not give a damn
about the consequence of failure, I ain't your pa,
so don't be no Opie Taylor and drink your ripple with a straw.
Fuck your fears of rejection- I'm tired of you bitching.
Want to eat at the table, but you can't get in the kitchen.
Your cryin is falling on some deaf ears,
they'll some day call these the wonder years.
Cause you'll wonder just where the time's gone
by then it'll be too late to press on.
Nails will seal your coffin
six feet under while they're laughin.
Could have had the ring but never grabbed it.
Pining for the one's way out of orbit.
So give yourself a hand- join the merry band.
Taste the flavor of the month and go pack the lamb.

Pack the lamb y'all- I pack the lamb.
Packin the lamb y'all- I'm packin, I'm packin' the lamb
Pack the lamb y'all- I pack the lamb.
Packin the lamb y'all- I'm packin, I'm packin' the lamb

Yes, I'm Whitee- I pack the lamb.
And Cheese- he packs the lamb.
Steve Blitzen- he packs the lamb, too.
Dave Moreau- he packs the lamb, the union lamb.
Jim Swarthy- he packs the lamb, while on the lam.
Prince Mercer- look at his clan, where's the lamb?
Brad Mitchell- he packs the lamb.
Ed Snyder- he welds the lamb.
and K-Boy, in the big yellow box- packin the lamb.
Zjaba, a dangerous man- packin the lamb, the married lamb.
Dan Harding, like Son of Sam- he packs the lamb.
And Smitty, in the smoking jacket - packing the lamb.
Ain't no lamb, for this man.
Well, god damn.

This song is on the Whitee Release Pack The Lamb.

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