(In a light rap style) Brothers and Butts

Hulk Hogan, out in the streets, Sun’s blazin’, burning his feet

“Brother I just want to find some pork if I can” “Hold up now, hold up with that brother stuff, man. We ain’t sippin’ sweet tea on the porch, understand?” Didn’t realize these brothers ain’t Hulkster’s fans

Belly rumblin’, pork on his mind, Walked in the shop, said “brother, can I find…” “In this cafeteria, call me Mr. Jackson, if you can” I guess these brothers weren’t Hulkster’s fans

Dudes heads turning, watching the man. Hulkster’s confused, “don’t I have a tan?” Maybe the pork got to my head, who knows? But “brother” here, sounds different, it flows

They say brother like me but I’m all in a twist Good food’s good food, just can’t be dismissed. Menu in hand pork sweat on my brow, This brother dispute needs to end now

Belly rumblin’, pork on my mind, Walked in the shop, said “friend, can I find…” A mountain of ribs, a pulled pork cascade, It just kept on flowin Hulkster had it made

Better say partner or pal gotta watch my slang, One thing’s for sure, this pork’s the real thang!