flesh pay no mind to the hide Pigs at the trough slit and squeal Done up and stuck like a pig for a meal Painted and tied and dressed up Get it on your
the flesh pay no mind to the hide Pigs at the trough slit and squeal Done up and stuck like a pig for a meal Painted and tied and dressed up Get it on
love G A T E S, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the fuckin' office 'Cuz we're on a totally different tip Fuck that pig brutality shit
from the black folks I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up
fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all The eye of the pig DJ Muggs cuts and scratches'This pig
my brain, relieve my pain What a fuckin' shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all The eye of the pig
thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You
I'll throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up 'Cause we don't give
it up, hear my flow, I changed it up Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, Cock 'em and aim it up Bang it up, off in
'm thinkin' what the fuck?I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up.Old-ass man, I let him get away,That tired mutha fucka, probably
that time is up? You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction What shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life in a few years
't tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst Fat kids stay big and fuckin like marshmellows And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows
shack Button up my coat and diesect your throat I cut out the flesh the pieces are so big I put 'em through a shredder then i feed them to my pig And
know the situations tore up My homies sellin dope to my folks but you know what I don't give a fuck no more 'cause i'ma blow up Usin all the fury inside
motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin' erection So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin' I'm only bellin' with some three time felons Nya, fuck
a slump, pass me a hunk How the fuck can I stay out the pen When it?s one two three strikes you in One two three strikes you in Now how the fuck a nigga
score Let 'em know that this is grown man shit ya fucking with Autoloaders, hunting rifles ya fucking with Somebody gon' mind somebody shit ya fucking with We give a fuck
sellin stock With bonds they can't put their word on 20 Years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on Up in the crib, new fridge, dead pig Two kids, pawned
