Neither of our top two got this right, so the contest is still wide open. Quite a few people are within striking distance of the lead.
Lyric #11:
slap the turkey neck and it’s hanging from a pigeon wing
you can’t write if you can’t relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax, falling on a termite
that’s choking on the splinters