3 Little Pigs Lyrics

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

Fuck all you pigs

Don't owe you shit

You don't know how

Much I hate you now

Fuck 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

Fuck all you pigs

I don't owe you shit

You don't know how

Much I hate you now

Fuck 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

Fuck all you pigs

I don't owe you shit

You don't know how

Much I hate you now

Fuck all you pigs

I don't owe you shit

You don't know how

Much I hate you now