Bacon - Intellectual

[Intro]

Red

Right

Right, right

Sixx

Houston, we have a problem

Look

[Verse 1]

Rogue, don't care 'bout police lights

Everybody out know it's a street life, rollin'

A dude with a delight

What I choose to do and what it be like

Fly

That's how it go with the clique

Tell 'em my name Sixx and I stroll with yo' bitch

Holdin' a split 'fore she blowin' my dick

Conceited, better yet, chauvinist

I ride around in this 30-piece

When I come back around, you heard of me

I'm on some shit, you gotta learn to be

I'll scorch your town, it's my turn to eat

Burn, burn, let it burn in your brain

Let it resonate, you and I ain't the same

Suicide, I get a lot with a flame

You stuck on a leash while I can't be tamed

I went from public buses to grindin' out for a Maybach

A nigga out to get more whips than a slave's back

Playback, rewind

My style, divine

I trend set, you trend sweat

My clique's fly, redefined

You feline, I'm canine

I break steel with my canines

You hate I'm that nigga, but you never explain why

You just talk shit and fold up

Bitch nigga, man up

I'm too steez for walkin' and I'm too smooth for handcuffs

[Hook]

Swervin' through the city with police all on my balls

'Cause I'm doin' what I want and I'm screamin' "fuck the law"

Better get it through your head, I'll be like this 'til I'm dead

All my niggas reppin' with me while I paint the city red

Fuck a pig, fuck a pig (I'm still bringin' home the bacon)

[Verse 2]

Bringin' home that bacon

Stackin' all my guap

Kick so hard, the ground shakin'

Neighbors dialin' the cops, so what?

Tell them niggas get off my nuts

I'm nuts and a ball like Kobe in the clutch

Keep in all my moves and my pockets gettin' stuffed

Can't walk through a door without my wallet gettin' stuck

Uh, that's why you ride on my schlong

'Cause I swear you're paid with one of my songs

But I run up in your state, all my gods come along

Or I run up on your bitch and I leave her in a thong

What? I do that

And you know that she likes it

And the reason I love it is 'cause I know you don't like it

You recognizin' I'm better

That's the reason you bitter

I've fam that walked out and that never made me a quitter

Why? 'Cause I knew if I continue to do my thing

Money will come forth and they'll come back like boomerangs

But I won't catch 'em, niggas know that I never tolerate a fake

'Cause the only thing that I hate more than a pig is a snake

Snakes get turned to belts

Better yet, boots are what I'm makin'

And as for all these pigs, niggas know that I'm 'bout my bacon

[Hook]

Swervin' through the city with police all on my balls

'Cause I'm doin' what I want and I'm screamin' "fuck the law"

Better get it through your head, I'll be like this 'til I'm dead

All my niggas reppin' with me while I paint the city red

Fuck a pig, fuck a pig (I'm still bringin' home the bacon)

[Verse 3]

I'll crack your egg, your clique will scramble, better break fast

I'm hard-boiled, y'all all spoiled with soft shells and don't make cash

And I don't play tricks, yet I leave you dummies stuck

Fillin' my account with hella Os without a honey nut

Sixx, Brooklyn bad boy, get it? I'm ill

Salute a general, you more General Mills

And he gettin' no mils, better sweat it, I'm real

Come at me with all your lucky charms, yeah, I said it, for real

Never gonna settle for your level, I'm aimin' much higher

Pissin' off authorities 'til the day I retire

Settin' cities on fire, watch me piss on the flames

I'm a fuckin' anarchist with an anger at lames

The mouth of a sailor, a heart throb's charm

A fuckin' lion's mane, two bionic arms

A life-form never know to get rest

With a bad taste for swine if I'm under arrest

[Hook]

Swervin' through the city with police all on my balls

'Cause I'm doin' what I want and I'm screamin' "fuck the law"

Better get it through your head, I'll be like this 'til I'm dead

All my niggas reppin' with me while I paint the city red

Fuck a pig, fuck a pig (I'm still bringin' home the bacon)