Banter Ross - Lunch Meat lyrics

[Verse 1] Conjugal visits; but promissory notes missin' Missing the missives that once mastered the mission We're here libating, but promasturbating We're here lazy, but lying in our own lyrics Missing the mastering that once came from mixing Making monsters climb mountains Missalettes--from ill conceived men But to each his own… ehh Frankly my dear, I don't give a f** Give me souls, and take away the rest Resting's for sleepers, reaping the bliss In a conundrum, contra-posed Just me, no conglomerate, and no hoes Just a bottle a Dos Equis aqui Just confined and conflicted I'm incandescent It's the middle of the summertime and I'm recording in my Grandmom's garage Baking like a chicken in 10,000 degree heat Someone fridge me please, I'm lunch meat, Uh