Pork, My favourite

Ok break shit down, I'm coming to town, I don't fuck with the clowns

But Joker is sane now, And super not so much, Fuck the police they punks

Trying to arrest my moms, That's unacceptable, Forgiveness is not progressable

Clandestine kills, Are my new meals, Gotta eat or beat to get on my feat

Inexplicably defeating artists lyrically, And killing cops physically

Ain't no pressure, The cooker can measure, Your size mr pig

Tree trunks ain't gonna miss you in that wig, What does it say

Police officer for days, Serving ignorant masters never swayed

Well ok, Immma decipher this Delilyah, Ain't no Samson gon be the survivor

As the T is twelvefold better than Kuniva, You vagina, Ain't no police get welcomed in my cypher

Just anger and a lighter, Plus twelve gallons of liquid fire, By Bye white neighborhood delighter

Fuck it, I'll take em all, For a very nice fall, To hell for the ball

Or dance with the devil, Then flood the hall with pussy juice from miss Deville

Adrianna, Should really keep close a banana, As a clip or massanger

Me no care, Call miss Tanya tell her Cousin's nephew is above ya

With a knife coated in ganja and mind of disaster, Or that in reverse

Mess with me, And I go perverse, As your sisters hot nurse

Who secretly gives nookie some hurt, You know I fuck with her

Either way, I got no love for police, I might stomp down to the beat

And give them the taste of defeat, Along with brain matter beginning to secrete

Out of their skulls, No deceit, Just plain ol gangbanger type heat

Pork my favorite, Gotta savor it, So the flavor hits, Like the pain in their clits

Or up in their dicks, Either way Imma kill these pricks, I can't take it

But you know I gotta eat, And us Maori's love pig as dinner meat

 

(Fuck Tha Police)