By the last breath of the fourth porks
Better cook their ears
The sound of popping grease lie at your stove
Lock up your ribs and sausage now
It's time to sprinkle the salt
For now you have got some eat

The baconmen are drawing nearer
On big grills they fry
They've come to take your fries
On through the dead of night
With the Four baconmen fry
Or choose your meat and fry

You have been sliced since the day you were born
You know it has all been salted

A bacon once a bacon twice
No need for cow
Cause now you have got the meal of your life

Fries
Have taken its toll on you
The oil that fills your veins
Fritos
Your grease it has torn through
spreaded in every place
Pizza
For what you have had to endure
And what you have cooked soup others too
Dine
pancackes for you for sure
Now there is nothing you can cook

a little weird but overall a pretty cool dude :)