I got a pig in my shed, dry aging instead,
In my cellar, hog's getting tender, no dread.
Forget the glock in my rari, that's old news,
Dry aging this swine, it's how I pay my dues.

(Chorus)
Dry aging a hog, yeah, that's my jam,
Tenderizing meat, like a culinary program.
No glock in my ride, just pork on the grind,
Dry aging expertise, in my kitchen, you'll find.

(Verse 2)
I got my spices lined up, and my salt just right,
Dry aging this hog, gonna savor every bite.
Forget the flash and the fame, it's all about the taste,
Slow and steady wins the race, no need for haste.

(Chorus)
Dry aging a hog, yeah, that's my groove,
Elevating flavors, with a technique so smooth.
No glock in my whip, just meat on the rise,
Dry aging mastery, before your very eyes.

(Bridge)
From the barn to the plate, it's a journey sublime,
Dry aging this hog, takes me back in time.
No need for guns or speed, just patience and care,
Crafting culinary delights, beyond compare.

(Chorus)
Dry aging a hog, it's my culinary quest,
Unlocking flavors, at their very best.
No glock in my car, just pork in the air,
Dry aging mastery, beyond compare.
Dry aging in my cellar, hog hanging like a boss,
No glock in my ride, just flavors to emboss.
Forget the flashy stuff, it's all about the meat,
Slow aging process, turning pork into a treat.