3 Little Pigs

Old McDonald Had a farm Yee, I, ee, I, o And on that farm he had a pig Thinking it was a G.I. Joe See me I know That he's now gonna follow me To see where I, see where I go I don't look back, I won't hold back Won't believe my fee fi fo fum five-o Ain't a pussy You beat me I come back and push Until the minute you admit I'm everlasting, would You get off my back? I ain't got a thing to say Until the day that I commit a sin or misbehave Wrist restrained? You'd think I had a pistol, wait for it You're gonna get a fine and to make court You're risking every time To get double if they find that you ain't scoring a waive on it Twice you pay for it As much as I try to stay, in my little grind and play There's only so much, I'm willing to take See I'da lift weights To take the edge, off my fucking mind but face it Incidents like it, it was never rare See them at the end Sitting at the lights breathalyzing, queuing up But then there ain't no crimes in this bitch Sure enough, Pissing off this side of the system The middle-lower class exist To kick your fucking ass so this Is what we say F*ck all you pigs Don't owe you shit You don't know how Much I hate you now F*ck all you pigs I don't owe you shit You don't know how Much I hate you now Three little piggies in a hut Man the wolves will shock you How you end up, pursuing what you do You got to. You ain't getting paid shit To break the rules, a cop who Arrest the people who just paid their bills to rob you We thank to god, when you're kicking ass we got you But we ain't got to gas to hop you At every ticket, we're you're in it Psycho-fucking-paths they'll dock you If you don't have the quota met the cast'll drop you Where does all this head? Have we yet a compromise to Not be a little piggy that cries wolf, on the innocent Get a bigger sense of the guys who, need to be sentenced And leave the rest to abide to, the standards we hold up We really ain't as bad as you all want May as well fucking quit, indulge in nothing but donuts Authority trips, ain't warranting shit Worry my six now that five-o's getting called pigs Yo F*ck all you pigs I don't owe you shit You don't know how Much I hate you now F*ck all you pigs I don't owe you shit You don't know how Much I hate you now This little pig I think he was a tad autistic A statistic, whenever now I rap sadistic Like a ballistic weapon I'll relax till six or seven of you fags Wanna look up my fucking ass What is this? Wanna see underneath my nuts You better not, let this secret ever leave Lest you're wanting your homosexual ass to be seen Let me hit 'em with the facts, always as as it seems At the task of the scene No one ever wants to ask, or to read Into what you're really asking of me And if the fees civil court, wanna put on it is acting obscene Put a foot on it, redact and rescheme While you still got a good grasp Till coup d'état's are of natural esteem And the suit of armour collapses at the seams Yeah I'm pretty sure, lethal force Is solely for rational and peaceful members Of society, the least horrendous People pretend they're decent now and You are police contenders, allowed to pop and decease Cocked in the streets, parked in the lot Sitting back eyeballing me I'm a ghee. That's all there is to it so proceed And see to it That we ain't gonna have to beef through it Cause I don't hate on cops, but keep screwing Around with my fucking ass I'ma get on wax and be true as My fans have a laugh and your weeks ruined Cause as they say F*ck all you pigs I don't owe you shit You don't know how Much I hate you now F*ck all you pigs I don't owe you shit You don't know how Much I hate you now