All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows
Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,
Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?
Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time
You swine, all you pigs do is whine
Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double
Every since then our whole city been horrible
I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams
Get grand slam fans out of they seats
She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
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