Pigskinna 2 - Intellectual

[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, 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