The Elite Skeets Beatin' Meat

Step 1, put your hand on your dick
Step 2, slap your steak real quick
Step 3, release that sauce
Step 4, now you feel like a boss

(The Butcher)
Cutlets motha fucka, you know I'm the Butcher
Punking my chub, like Ashton Kutcher
Slapping my dog, like Cruella Deville
Beating my meat, straight outta chubville
Stroking my shit, rubbing my dick
Trying to make some A1 sauce real quick
Stroke my shit, from the front or behind
Bout to marinate my steak, with some Heinz

(Heinz)
Heinz bitch, straight out the fridge
I be jocking on these steaks now build me a bridge
You see me with my boy Sweet Baby Ray
We slapping our steaks like every day
Hanking my panky, jerking my gerk
I do it all motha fucka now call me the clerk
I'm doing some work, jizz on my shirt
I beat it so hard, that I make it hurt

Step 1, put your hand on your dick
Step 2, slap your steak real quick
Step 3, release that sauce
Step 4, now you feel like a boss

(Sweet Baby Ray)
Yo motha fuckas, it's Sweet Baby Ray
I define elite meat beater in everyway
Bitches slob on my knob, like it's their job
They call me the boss, but my boys dubbed me haus
Rollin' in my whip, slapping my shit
Beating so hard, I'm on a power trip
Butcher and Heinz, y'all on the clock
It's sad watching these bitches fiending my cock

(Steak Tip)
Steak Tip bitches, show me some respect
When it comes to greasing gophers, I am the best
Slapping salami, popping pepperoni
Just cause you see my chub, don't mean you know me
Pulling my dick, sharpen my sword
I'm built fucking tough like a goddamn Ford
I've been beating my meat, while I'm fucking bored
Since the day Bobby cut my umbilical cord

Step 1, put your hand on your dick
Step 2, slap your steak real quick
Step 3, release that sauce
Step 4, now you feel like a boss