Texty:
Pig Take

axe and then the phones we cut I didn't hurt his wife But I promised next time, that I would take her life I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect

all muthafuckers woulda been food Fuck wrong with these dudes? Try to walk around in these shoes See the shit I saw growing up And maybe you can take

and gas that dog Trick on in flower that small Take it on down begin to grow Now play it at low and pick it up Take it on in, in a bowl cup Three-legged

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And

sun Put my soul between a bun Now I?m hungry, now I?m drunk Now I?m running like a flaming pig Oh yeah, scraping off the attitude Old man eating all

, get him when the time calls, dog Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well Then Bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here comes them po-pos Nigga, that pig

do to you I'm getting so tired of you always coming in late With the scent of some female on your face It's only so much I can take and you know, homeless

Mushrooms, dick those Deep pistol Whip hoes I bitch O's Money, Roll, I stick a zipcode Tiptoed, before Doc escape row Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose

Johnny needed two bags And a car to commandeer Johnny wasn't liked much But he had a lot of friends Waits on stage Eating ludes A mindless brainwashed pig