Ok, hot off the presses and the tallest Gin and Tonic you’ve ever seen.
Walk in the room first thing that I smell?
That long hot sausage? Which one I won’t tell.
I point my nose in the air and I give a sniff sniff.
I look around and see the ladies also giving a whiff.
I slap it down on the plate, girls wantin a kielbasa date.
Mr J looking on longingly he tries not to hate.
Diamonds girls friend but kielbasa boys mate
The fellas run in, they don’t want to late
20 sausage for 30 men, this will come down to fate.
The girls never come running when they see an empty plate.
I pick up my fork I pick up my knife
I toss them away don’t need em in life
Tara picks up my kielbasa she feeding to me
She asks for a bite and I can’t disagree
All the girls look on wanting
Kiersted comes in hunting
Like a ghost she be haunting
Tara licking it taunting
I’m getting I’m getting I’m getting my fill
Put some back in my pocket, too much overkill
Tara now skipping away
Girls come sliding in for the scraps.
You’ll hear bout them later
On my next sausage raps
was tickling my flaccid kielbasa by line 5 
was in my kielbasa bag by line 12 
was left on a cliffhanger by line 24
Apple Music doesn't have a Kanye picture in the hip hop section anymore. Donda ain’t dropping anytime soon
Happy 1 year anniversary to laugh now cry later