Fairytalez Lyrics - Singles - Gravediggaz

This is the story of three little pigs 

And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white 

Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self 

Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self 

Rolled up on a pig named swine 

A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind 

The swine fell for the short tail 

But no way in hell was earth that stale 

Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay 

When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade 

The stone age, the origin of aids in the bone age 

There was a pig, skin was black 

He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts 

If not they was be forced to sent back 

But trouble come first, stale shit got worse 

Consumers of swine are now cursed 

The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on 

The shores of north America's hoof 

When they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf 

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz 

And this goes on until I'm old and gray 

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz 

And this goes on until I'm old and gray 

There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief 

Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat 

The rich man was paid, 'cause the poor man was workin' 

Like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage 

The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons 

His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a better life 

His boss laid him off on the 4th of December 

He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his fort 

Now deep in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold 

This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled 

He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he wouldn't eat 

But by his side was a strong woman, not taking defeat 

She pleaded and begged the rich man, for the hubby 

Who gave fifteen years of his life, for the company 

Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight 

Then she unleashed her four sons into the night 

They robbed that rich man blind 

Then fled over the borderline, escaping with all the cream 

But still could not restore the mind see 

Life is a dangerous game and it seems cash rule eventually 

Authored mentally 

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz 

And this goes on until I'm old and gray 

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz 

And this goes on until I'm old and gray 

The rich man's soul turned to dust through the lust 

To control as much fluff, his cold heart touched 

The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid 

With the golden midas, touch 

Smokin' dutches that he ignited at will 

Usin' hundred dollar bills the big will, up until, he collided 

With fate, had a stroke while chokin' on some stake 

This was fatal as hell was not bein' able to take his pace 

Back to the cradle 

Jack and Jill ran up the hill 

Jack said, "I never ran, never will, 'cause I'm from Brownsville" 

But still, the living provider, the outsider had beef 

With Peter Piper 'cause his girl Goldilox put stocks in his viper 

On the yellow brick road he lost control 

Got charged for runnin' down the scarecrow, on the loose 

Runnin' from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss 

Riding hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the keystone cops 

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz 

And this goes on until I'm old and gray 

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz 

And this goes on until I'm old and gray 

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz 

And this goes on until I'm old and gray 

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz 

And this goes on until I'm old and gray