Letras:
Pig Nothing

I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of Success I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes... I scratch

't you fuck me the way I wanna fuck you? Come on and be my god Come on and be my gun One is for killing One is for fun Too scared to walk away Too scared to stay Nothing

patrol, wished I could shout But then the reds were there We were taking our share Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair I was fighting wild, shooting blind Nothing

hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac] She was .. Born A heavy set girl with pig

: Man you've gotta problem, who made you fuckin' king A macho pig with nothing in your head. No girls around you, their place is not at gigs, Don't want

: So we wrote, On precedents and angels, We build a book, We build a road out of nothing but a saying, On governments and police we build a book, Of

Up Unna Bum Bum Dutty Wining Bambi Have 2 Cum Cum Dutt Wine Spin Yuh Head Like A Propella Yuh Spinning It Off Ca Yuh No Fraid A Nothing 2 Stiff Yuh Ringing

, seemin as it's inbread While I stated innocent, but stressing it You sure that it was decolit, It could of been an isolated incident Nothing was found

had your last beer. You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to that bar." [Violent J] As I feed off a dead pig