It's a barrage of violence, sickness and shame You struggle for your living and you're paying with pain I read of the poor, and the women and the victims
soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start shititis Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig
don't I go and blow half the advance? Buy a couple cars and my moms a mini-van How come all I want to do is make beats? And eat like a pig, eating anything
is such a nag I wish, I wish when niggaz fish they'd make a gator bag But other than that I'm livin' fat, I got a record deal Me and this pig got fifty
s our dog, Pepper Popper. Ah....Pepper Piper, right. Kermit: Pepper Piper, I thought that's what you meant. And who's this thing here? Poppa: That's our pig
in water, fried with me sauncha, Got'cha, me glock pop pop on your drop top, Tha way I dodge cops like the rock in hop scotch, Drop a pig, I can dig
Drop the drums here it comes Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts Better press, wreck on your tek, here we go, set passed on Moet My
, I'd rather be dead This is the game that I play with no shame Russian roulette, cock back and take aim I want me some bacon, so I'm fina cutta pig
rhyme Not real life Cruising around town and the bass is up Running big time lights, I don't give a fuck Seen the police, put the peddle to the metal The pig
's the joint Mike D with your bad self running things What's up with your bad breath onion rings? Well, I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' with pig
attraction celebrate Incriminating substances spew cattle pressed abrasions Obligated to advancement inspected thoroughly Oversized dependency the state of art engines are running Most cunning crawling pig
Seduction in the key of love Pillow talk pillow talk Mattress rock Seduction in the key of love Slide it in Grease that pig Slide it in Grease that pig
', he was wavin' his gun Pissed off since 89, 'cuz we murdered his son Stray bullets started flyin' every way but in mine Still bleedin' like pig and I'm pressed
You did it baby, congratulations, homie You made history, 1.1 million in a short week Screw a press conference, press this on your conscience! D-Block
ass Got down on the ground, and let the three pound blast Lead went dead in his chest Tore him a new asshole, right through his bullshit vest But the pig
a crater And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin' But no pork on my fork, I don't even speak pig
the fluid, my flow sparks it right up. An arsonic writer, author with arthritis, Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start-shit-itis. Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig
tortures Feel sweet neverending pain Abstract existence Press of the fear Morbid soul is disconnected Two-faced idols Ambiguous words Guinea-pig in
