Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Bones] Dear Sergeant Swine, pass me a pork chop Maybe a rookie cop so I can let my knife chop Swing off another head of a little pig Dance me a jig and smoke me a cig Sit back and calculate the math of the plan The little pigs don't stand a chance against the Son of Sam Mr. Mr. Bones with the chrome twenty-second Pay heed to my lyrics, listen as I wreck it Giving you the four one one or the one eight seven Two eleven, sending these pigs straight to heaven My terrifying rhymes leave the little pigs shakin' Burnin' up the officer, damn I smell bacon But no faking, this shit's real Giving you the deal, pluggin' cops with my steel I'm the for real, spitting slang like a winner Label me a motherfuckin' bloody pig skinner [Chorus] Call me a pig skinna, I can't dig a pig Call me a pig skinna, I can't dig a pig Call me a pig skinna, I can't dig a pig Call me a pig skinna, so I drop them dogs [Verse 2: The R.O.C.] Back in yo ass again Protecting niggas from here to lay back again They coming hard with 40's in hand to ice your system In the other hands is pistols so get some We can resolve this whole matter so let me tell Results to tragic because your mind explode, damn I smell a little hog trying to tail gate, it's too late Creep through the night while your ass masturbates And put 'em bullets in yo head until yo ass is dead And then I'm grasshoppin' fences into tool sheds 'Cause your whole crew is gonna want to stop me Mayor [?] told his whole force to drop me But I get ghost flippin' grass into the hood Don't holler on pine wood with the niggas that would Put the straps to that ass [settle down, boy?] But cam road too far, I hit east point Then I just trash the ass of the beginners Another fucking sequel to town, woo, pigskinna [Chorus] So I drop them dogs [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] Fuck the cops, I hate 'em all, I kill em all I'm standing tall and making sure they all fall To the end, the end of time I watch 'em bleed I hate the motherfuckers and this is what I need To compound my hatred for the cops into a jam But fuck that shit, it's time to take a stand I can't believe the people obey they laws every day I give them a donut and send 'em on they way But if they choose to write a ticket or talk shit I'm serving their ass up with a wig split [Verse 4: The R.O.C.] Two to yo head, mister copper man I said Two to yo head, [?], it's blood shed The ninth, tenth, twelfth, all the way around The sirens are sounding, time to get down, I'm gun bound Thirteen cops on my trail, they can't cope I slip and I fall, there they go on my back bro Adrenalines pumpin', suckers I'm punchin', and I kill one They mass produce by the thousands, they're comin' from LA, New York from DC to the hood They comin' from states, fuck that, I'm 'bout to skin 'em good Mass confusion, I ain't losin' I'll blow up Michigan before they can move in, the Pigskinna [Outro] Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me