[Verse 1: Godemis]

Yeah, huh

I ain't looking for a cosign, most say we okay

Killer and I'm in no time, and get away so O.J

No heroes, I slayed 'em

They counting sheep in that dirt nap

And they were unaware that I slayed 'em

'Til I sprayed 'em with my worst raps

My first raps went spam Sammy with a grab bag of that been dope

Didn't realize back then when I was getting it in with my kinfolk

Revving up to go head to gut but no bread to cut

Gotta collect a check

Can't complain in this dirty game but ain't entertaining no disrespect

Humble enough for what the fuck's up

We R to the A to the W, uncut

You really think you're fucking with us numb nuts

Never pull a trigger hit a nigga with gun butts

Nonviolent, I'm nonviolent

My Holy Bible got bombs by it

Penciling, I get it in my friends and then I exit out of my PalmPilot

Swear to God, I'm hella odd, I got it

Smoking in the Shire like a hobbit

Kamikaze plane became a rocket

Life's a bitch I named Lorena Bobbitt

Rules are made to be broken

Nonetheless, I never see none breaking

King slid do everything big

This king pig and nigga we go bacon

[Chorus: Murs]

Now this little piggy went to market

And this little piggy stayed home

But these three pigs right here had a bright idea

So they picked up the microphone

And the other little pigs got mad 'cause them niggas got hot

And they spot got taken

We said 'First of all, we ain't concerned wit y'all'

So we burnt 'em all and went bacon

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]

Everybody wanna be all up in it

Wannabes wanna shiver when they in front of me

'Cause I put him in a bad situation

That average, I'm baking 'em up in a apron

And I got a lot of food on my plate, I can't call it

Drinking problem, see, I'm a rapaholic

I'mma get particular, vehicular homicide describes me

They say I got acid in my IV

I'm back, why me? Travis knows

I'mma get a little grimy, twist the weed

'Til my eyes like Chinese

It's the B-L-H and I never been sleep with a cellmate

Trust me, put it out in a cell grate

Back now, fans wanna tailgate

I'm connected, smell the essence aching

Inhale it, nigga, we go bacon

[Chorus: Murs]

Now this little piggy went to market

And this little piggy stayed home

But these three pigs right here had a bright idea

So they picked up the microphone

And the other little pigs got mad 'cause them niggas got hot

And they spot got taken

We said 'First of all, we ain't concerned wit y'all'

So we burnt 'em all and went bacon

[Verse 3: Murs]

Now I'm the kid from Mid-City

I like fat asses and big titties

Got a bad bitch in her mid-fifties

Like to drop it low and pop a thizz with me

I'm a weird dude, I'm into weird shit

Got a long dick and my beard thick

That mean I rap good and I'm from the hood

I know them wack niggas don't wanna hear this

I'm fearless, like last night

Dropped in on a 30-foot half-pipe

Hit a 50-50 grind and it was even more exciting because I did it while riding on a flashlight

Better act right or get your shit sprayed

Don't bring that wack rappin' over this way

And it's still no swine for the sensei

So I don't go bacon, I go tempeh

[Interlude: Murs]

And that—and that's like veggie bacon, nigga

It's like, tempeh is veggie—I don't know

I don't eat pork, bro

But y'all get the fuckin' point, man

Me, Lynch, and Godi, uh, Strange Music

Yeah, fuck y'all

We don't go—we go bacon

[Chorus: Murs]

Now this little piggy went to market

And this little piggy stayed home

But these three pigs right here had a bright idea

So they picked up the microphone

And the other little pigs got mad 'cause them niggas got hot

And they spot got taken

We said 'First of all, we ain't concerned wit y'all'

So we burnt 'em all and went bacon