HANK TRILL
Clean Burnin’ Commandments
[Intro]
Fony Wallace, biatch
[Chorus]
You like your steak well done
Enjoy your time in hell, son
I got ten clean burning commandments you better fulfill, son
Propane prophets, soon to be a preacher
Better follow the proper propane procedures
I banish you butane believers
[Verse 1]
Rule one, no butane bandits
Rule number two, no questions asked about my clean burning commandments
Rule three, only use that WD
Number four, don't conversate with the propane propagandists
I buy shrooms in my shrine, but I don't keep an open mind
Hwat's rule number five, use the propane as prescribed
Propane prince
Rule six, I insist you keep a strap
Don't get caught lacking in your home residence
It's obvious you're tryna creep up in my propane providence
Quit being ominous
I kick you out my medium rare metropolis
Red fly to blue like Optimus
I let the money make itself
So my profits are autonomous
[Chorus]
You like your steak well done
Enjoy your time in hell, son
I got ten clean burning commandments you better fulfill, son
Propane prophets, soon to be a preacher
Better follow the proper propane procedures
I banish you butane believers
[Verse 2]
If you wanna be accepted in my heaven
You gotta stay away from the charcoal, please neglect it
That's rule seven
Number eight, never turn into a fiend
Never be dope dependent
Don't be deaf and listen to my lectures and my lessons
Rule number nine, keep the lawn edged up
Clean lines, and it better not even get a quarter-inch too high
I can tell with my bare eye
I mowed so many damn lawns
I got the measurements drilled into my mind
It's about time
Rule ten, let me repeat it again
I only like that steak medium rare, it's just common sense
I might make a rule eleven just to lengthen this section
I better not catch you digesting well done in your intestines
[Chorus]
You like your steak well done
Enjoy your time in hell, son
I got ten clean burning commandments you better fulfill, son
Propane prophets, soon to be a preacher
Better follow the proper propane procedures
I banish you butane believers