MEMPHIS DRIP

We eat a good barbecue in Memphis You can damn near go to any corner Sauce drippin' slow that's the tempo Best smoke in the city ain't no goner Stack the racks hickory crack Ribs talk back yeah we attack Memphis on the map where the grill's a throne Pull up get a plate take that flavor home Cherrywood whispers dry rub blister Pork shoulder twistin' ain't no mister Swing thru North Parkway or Orange Mound If the smoke's thick baby you in the right town Splatter-stained shirt sauce graffiti Ain't no contest we don't play petty Pitmaster flex with the texas crutch If you don't know better ask and such Tender like a cheat code bark on the edge Coleslaw crunch got the swear-by pledge Memphis made it magic no wand just hands Served on wax paper no five-star demands Char marks spark midnight in the park Sweet heat in the dark yeah we the sharks No forks just hands yeah we stand If you test the meat you ain't gon' understand Westside South Main where the oaks sway Pitmasters ghost-write recipes in the clay White smoke plumes that's our alphabet Ain't no regret in a butter-soaked bet Snap of the bone juice on the thumb Tourists flock locals know where it's from Peach cobbler finish sweet juxtapose Ain't no flex we just do what we knows Elvis ain't the only king in the building Grease on the fingers cashiers overfilling Two-step sauce tang then the sweet If your grill's weak take a backseat Where the rub meets the bark Where the night tastes like spark Where the trays don't lie Where the legends don't die Solo cup full of blues Smoke stains on my shoes Ain't no way to lose Memphis got the cues