TMG Lyric Starters
For all your Tiny Meat Gang starter needs! I love this group and I love their music. Plus, they’re funny dudes so here we go.
Broke Bitch
Now hold up, bro, what the fuck you say?
Just ‘cause I’m the funny guy does not mean that I’m callin’ back
Man, I tell that broke bitch if you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch
She can’t fuck with me, so she just fuck my friends
I can’t get pulled over on the road 'cause I got contraband
They say, “Cody, grow up, ” I say, “Bitch, I’m goin’ Peter Pan!”
Ain’t nothin' ‘bout it predisposed but the shit we make got legs and take off like a runny nose
Y'all don’t even know my race
We know you’re micro-soft, boy, we call you Billy Gates
I’m gainin’ weight, we cookin’ as of late
Got no taste for bein’ broke so we ain’t takin’ any breaks
Call me Thor 'cause she want my fuckin’ hammer, Loki
Walk Man
We eating good, I’m a fat man
You ain’t fuckin’ with it you can take a walk man
You don’t wanna push my buttons, take a walk
I put her face on my wood like a totem pole
Boy, you only bussing down with a fucking bus pass
Fingers all over my quarter pounder and she lovin’ that
Uh, hi, babe, we just made a song and I’m rapping about other girls and I was just wondering if…
Stole your bitch, was a breeze, she a super-fan
She a ho, 'cause she’s fucking with my farmers tan
Run your mouth, boy, you can take a hike
Gloves off bitch, I’m feeling impolite
I got this chick and she like to cook me dinner, might bust down her ring finger
Hey, babe, so, uh, I’m making a song right now and I am rapping about other girls, but I ended it by saying I was gonna propose to you. Is that cool?
Club Poor
Nah, I’m not paying ten to go in there
I'ma wait 'til the bouncer take his five and I'mma go through the back
And I’m not taking my hat off
Fuck this club
Uh, hol’ up, hol’ up, what’s that?
I’m not shelling out, I gotta pay rent
You looking at me like your boy ain’t got wealth but I’m a baller, baby, everywhere else
Sorry baby, but that shit kinda pricey
I’m not paying 20 for a shot
Now, I know that sound cheap but that’s how I stay icy
Fuck you mean I can’t wear shorts?
Now you going through my pockets like the airport
I got a ten spot, I ain’t paying more
I can see it’s all dudes on the dance floor
Where you get off with that cover price?
Let me get inside and find my fucking wife
Hey, why you push me that hard?
Man, I shoulda gone to the dive bar
No Flex
Man I got tens of dollars in my pocket right now
I don’t mean to flex but I’ve been having sex like once a week at least or two, if my girl ain’t stressed
I don’t mean to brag but my bandwidth is flat
I got the Hulu plus bitch, streaming with no ads
I get my haircut twice a month that’s my routine
I’m speaking Spanish to the valet
My nine to five keep me tied down like I’m possessed
I could buy out h and m
No interest on the lease I’m controlling what I spend
Body count up in the double digits
I’m back 50 weeks, liking pics you wish you could
You can call me two faced with the way I’m tossing coin
If the waitress treat me right I’m tipping 21 percent
















