P.I.G.G.Y.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Afourteen] Die piggy, fly through with the [?] I see a cop yeah, he's gonna fly with his fuckin' chopped head Back in March, shot with a glizzy, make them fuck, uh Gonna die, checks up on a Monday Lookin' to ice ya, that's with a gun fight It don't take much to run away from the law You escape once and then you run for the door They gon' cut us down, so what was all of it for? The media's deaf, you too fucking worried 'bout just what the media says And it don't take much from me the fact that you can't attest No guidance causing suicide and no one's shots are the best The bullets go through your chest, to war So get up, get down, rock out, rock the floor And they don't carе that much, send 'em up Put you down a pen But [?], еnd of something, calling you afraid And everything sucks, they watch you closely Spider fight, we gon' fucking fight to the very end Then I might fly away, escape away from the rest of this Nobody cares about your life, giving me the evidence Everyone stares, nobody help up 'til it's evident I don't need help, tryna see you in hell With my gun just make me wanna kill her Never give up, but somehow that shit it fails That I know it, and I take it all [Verse 2: Teenage Disaster] Bitch, I hate you, would take all your freedom (Whoo, whoo) Where you turn, there's nothing left Shoot back with God's revolver, attention, your judgment has come So, so, so we gotta clean the town We got the guns, so we gotta go loud Be proud to be in the U.S.A, yeah, yeah Piggy, piggy, come out to play I got twin Glocks, that's how I pick my dead cop You wanna fight? Then take my hand P.I.G.G.Y., you gon' end up with spider bite [Verse 3: Lil Darkie] Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Huh, yeah What if every cop was a bad cop? Then there would be nothing on the street but fucking crack rock stacked up Bodies in the bags in the backdrop I might pop a shot at your motherfucking head top, dead cop Bullets in the air, pulling on my hair Until my head is fucking bare at the pig I stare My freedom on the edge of the knife (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I will fucking kill for my life (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Trust in your motherfucking government, my dude, huh Same guys let Nazi scientists take us all to the moon, uh Same guys make millions of Indians watch what they do, huh Same guys that want my information, they watch what I do, huh Fuck that, you don't care about me, you don't care about us If you had it your way, that's why I ain't in the back of the bus, uh That's why I don't trust you, that's why I will crush you I'ma burn every piece of paper of that legislation they push through Bullshit, pull up to the precinct with a full clip Gotta know what we think, I think I'll fill you with bullets, P.I.G.G.Y We let God get your license plate Grab the gun and pull it, bitch, you know that you inside an egg [Outro: Lil Darkie] P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G– P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G– P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G– P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G– Ha-ha-hah-ah Ha-ha-hah-ah Ha-ha-hah-ah