Pigs Lyrics - Ft. Aesop Rock (Prod. Blockhead)

Lyrics~ Aesop Rock
Sharks in the dunk tank; vipers in the garden...
Locusts stole the groceries out the Local Farmer's Market.
All God's critters hold positions...
Some are violent, some are victims.
Each alive is an equal and vital piston: I support.
So when the piranhas honor New Yor...
My daddy long legs: dangled and mangled for sport.
And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings.
It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs.
The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y'all aim for!
The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole.
Two-track; braniac, usin' the food and payroll.
To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso.
'N place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient...
As the bourbon-odor smokers' coughs smolder off the Cohiba...
If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship.
He could'a snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfuckin'...
Pigs!--God damn pigs!--Potbelly pigs!
Punch-drunk pigs!--Take money, money pigs!
Loudmouth pigs!--Wide load pigs!
Let's make a deal...--
When all the wolves in woolly wigs have huffed, 'N puffed, 'N blew the bricks.
The skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs.
Will rain on Fulton's newest kicks.
As mulish swine of all surroundin' counties sniff the gruesomeness.
We pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison...
I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed.
No pagan or sacrilege,--jus' bacon for scavengers.
I will gladly seat you with the chickens not the passengers.
Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice.
Never that... Wilburs multiply quicker than triples.
And hunt their truffles in fistfuls, but it was all bells and whistles!
Bougie this, 'N Bougie that...
War pig, or pussy cat..?
Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf the booby traps...
Powder-pink, double-breasted, mess of mud and money.
Waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle.
And while-I don't really know the working details of your tribes...
I know that that's one ugly fucking tie--asshole...
Pigs!--God damn pigs!--Potbelly pigs!
Punch-drunk pigs!--Take money, money pigs!
Loudmouth pigs!--Wide load pigs!
Let's make a deal...--
Apple in his mouth,--maraschino eyes...
Party like the butcher boy's cleaver is alive!
I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter.
To see the county fair's blue ribbon winner as dinner.
Then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in the morning.
As the misery was dormant and digging in crispy portions.
Corporates want to lure him in and whore him.
Or does he whore the corparates to expand the more important forums for 'im?!
Push the mortar pestle past the ordinary orchard.
When the frilly border's faded is the product mine or yours pig?!
Mine, plus I toss'a token where I go.
Directly to the worms who shovel shit, 'N yellow snow.
This little piggy went to the market, with'a target.
'N will subsequently know the armor-piercing forks of farmers!
Final words for the finer birds takin' notes:
I dig a chick in pig tails, "That's all Folks!"
Pigs!--God damn pigs!--Potbelly pigs!
Punch-drunk pigs!--Take money, money pigs!
Loudmouth pigs!--Wide load pigs!
Let's make a deal...--
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• Aesop Rock - Pigs
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