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86 Prime Rib Video (MV)




Performed By: Gooby the Worm
Length: 1:39
Written by: Gabriel Owens




Gooby the Worm - 86 Prime Rib Lyrics




Fried pickles in the pan
Givin' tickles to the tan
210's in the mornin'
Now they got me cornin'
Roadkill on the flattop
Get thrill from the backdrop
Got 120 on the gun
Just tryna have fun
Fried pickles in the pan
Givin' tickles to the tan
210's in the mornin'
Now they got me cornin'
Roadkill on the flattop
Get thrill from the backdrop
Got 120 on the gun
Just tryna have fun

Sweeping shells up off the floor
After slaughtering the poor
Sitting high up on your throne
But you're just another clone
Sweeping shells up off the floor
After slaughtering the poor
Sitting high up on your throne
But you're just another clone

The sickle's in the sand
Got nickels in the hand
What state were you born in
And when were you sworn in
What is your uniform
And why is it so warm
I guess we're not quite done
Just tryna have fun
The sickle's in the sand
Got nickels in the hand
What state were you born in
And when were you sworn in
What is your uniform
And why is it so warm
I guess we're not quite done
Just tryna have fun

Sweeping shells up off the floor
After slaughtering the poor
Sitting high up on your throne
But you're just another clone
Sweeping shells up off the floor
After slaughtering the poor
Sitting high up on your throne
But you're just another clone
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Fried pickles in the pan
Givin' tickles to the tan
210's in the mornin'
Now they got me cornin'
Roadkill on the flattop
Get thrill from the backdrop
Got 120 on the gun
Just tryna have fun
Fried pickles in the pan
Givin' tickles to the tan
210's in the mornin'
Now they got me cornin'
Roadkill on the flattop
Get thrill from the backdrop
Got 120 on the gun
Just tryna have fun

Sweeping shells up off the floor
After slaughtering the poor
Sitting high up on your throne
But you're just another clone
Sweeping shells up off the floor
After slaughtering the poor
Sitting high up on your throne
But you're just another clone

The sickle's in the sand
Got nickels in the hand
What state were you born in
And when were you sworn in
What is your uniform
And why is it so warm
I guess we're not quite done
Just tryna have fun
The sickle's in the sand
Got nickels in the hand
What state were you born in
And when were you sworn in
What is your uniform
And why is it so warm
I guess we're not quite done
Just tryna have fun

Sweeping shells up off the floor
After slaughtering the poor
Sitting high up on your throne
But you're just another clone
Sweeping shells up off the floor
After slaughtering the poor
Sitting high up on your throne
But you're just another clone
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Writer: Gabriel Owens
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