I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of Success I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes... I scratch
Pig's in Zen, pig's in Zen Pig in nude, unashamed Pig's in Zen, a pig's in Zen I'm talkin' bout the pig, the pig The pig, uh, pa-pa-pa-pa-pig, oh, yeah
't you fuck me the way I wanna fuck you? Come on and be my god Come on and be my gun One is for killing One is for fun Too scared to walk away Too scared to stay Nothing
Перевод: Свинья. Painiac Ничего трогает меня.
tha native son Born of zapata's guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing
the bit with only blood, sweat and tears to adhere. open your eyes and see that it's so menacing, you need to realize that bleeding is a luxury, give until there's nothing
sun dial Am I really out of change Put my freedom in a cage Slow down Man I got a son now There's nothing new thay all said it And I know it but I had
get away You little pig Corre perro come mierda This is what you get now You think that you can get away You little pig Sucker, nothing left to lose Nothing
Intro: (*guy talking*) Good evening. Police, do not try to adjust your radios. There is nothing wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring
the chill cuz if I get on first You know the deal - a niggas gots to steal Like to steal home and I betcha That I can run over, the LA Pig catcher
hey pig yeah you hey pig piggy pig pig pig all of my fears came true black and blue and broken bones you left me here i'm all alone my little piggy needed
the ants), car wash (also on Sundays), no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate, nothing so
car, Put your hands up, get out of the car, Put your hands up, get out of the car, Fuck you pig, Fuck you pig, Fuck you pig, Fuck you pig, Put your hands
on the ants Car wash also on Sundays No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate Nothing so childish
ve spoken to you Was it the right time? Your current troubles, and you know, they'll get much worse I hope you know how much you enjoy them You're a pig
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
Mushrooms, did those Deep pistol Whip hoes I bitch O's Money, roll, I stick a zip code Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig
name when it happened (It was Jason) [Hello Jason] What? [We're from the Metropolitan Police fraud department) Police! [We'd like ask you a few...] Oink oink! [Excuse me?] Oink, you're a pig
