fowlmouth - How Much Corn You Got, Cocksucker? Lyrics

Standing in the field sun beating down fire
Searching for what's golden what's the right desire
Sizing up the rows judging every cob tight
Finger blast the kernels making sure it's right

Who's got the best harvest who talks the talk loud
Pricks with their chest puffed standing all proud
I'm the corn connoisseur no seeds unturned
Feeling every ear till my fingers burn

How much corn you got cocksucker
Show me what you got by the trucker
I'm the king of the crop time to see
Finger blast them all do it for me

Stalks in the sun shadows getting long bright
Know the feel of perfection every single bite
Don't care for the words only the kernel's shout
Call me the corn master they all talk about

Dust on my boots walking endless rows strong
Cracking open husks till the daylight's gone
Judging every piece something primal inside
Make sure it's damn perfect can't let it slide

Men in the market think they own the game fool
But the fields don't lie they reveal the truth cruel
Watch me work the rows magic in my hands
Cobs of corn know I'm the one who understands