The man behind the fridge told me to

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It is another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

i will eat it in ten years

sweet sticky thin ham

oh ♥♥♥♥ lol yeah

hot DAMN