Pigskinna 2 Lyrics - House Of Krazees

Dear Sgt Swine 

Pass me a pork chop 

Maybe a rookie cop 

So I can let my night chop 

Swing off another head 

Of a little pig 

Dance me a jig 

And smoke me a cig 

Sit back and calculate the math of the plan 

The little pigs don't stand a chance against the son of sand 

Mista Mista Bones with the chrome 20 second 

Pay heed to my lyrics listen as I reck it 

Giving you da four one one of the one nate seven 

Two Eleven 

Sending these pigs straight to heaven 

My terrifing rhymes leave a little pig shakin 

Buring up the officer damn I smell bacon 

But no faking 

Dis shit real 

Giving you the deal 

Pluggin cops with my steal 

Im da for real 

Spitting slang like a winna 

Lable me a muthafukin bloody pig skinna 

Call me a pig skinna 

I can't dig a pig 

Call me a pig skinna 

I can't dig a pig 

Call me a pig skinna 

I can't dig a pig 

Call me a pig skinna 

So I drop them dogs 

Back in yo ass again 

Protecting niggas in here to lay back again 

They comming hard with 40's in hand 

To ice da system 

In the other hands is pistol from kid son 

We can resolve this whole matter so let me tell 

Resolve to tragic because your mind explode damn 

I smell a little hog trying to tail gate 

It's too late 

Kreep through the night while your ass masturbates 

Then put bullets in yo head until yo ass is dead 

Then Im grasshoppin visting the tool shed 

Because your whole crew is gonna want to stop me 

Mayor already told his whole crew to drop me 

But I get ghost slipping grasping to the hood 

The Hollow-o-Pine-Wood with the niggas that would 

Put da straps to dat ass Im gonna down hard 

But cam rolls to far I hit east point 

Then I just trast the ass of the beginners 

Another fucking sequel to town 

Wooo, the pigskinna 

So I drop them dogs 

Fuck the cops 

I hate em all kill em all 

Im standing tall and making sure they all fall 

To the end 

End of time I watch them bleed 

I hate them muthafukas and this is what I need 

Two cops up my agent two cops for in a jam 

But fuck dat shit, it's time to take a stand 

I can't believe the people obey they laws everyday 

I give them a donut and send them on they way 

But if they chose to write a ticket or talk shit 

Im serving their ass up with a wig split 

Two to yo head 

Mista tougher man I said 

Two to yo head that he was tough and blood shed 

The night chillin 

All the way around the sirens are sounding 

Time to get down Im gun bound 

13 cops on my trail they can't cope 

I slip and I fall 

There they go on my back broke 

Adreniline pumping suckas I punching and I kill one 

They mass produce by the thousands 

The comming from LA, New York from DC to the hood 

They comming from states droped out 

Im about to skin them good 

Mass confusion 

I ain't losing 

I'll blow Michigan before they can move in 

The Pigskinna 

Dont say shit to me 

Call me a pigskinna 

Dont say shit to me 

Call me a pigskinna 

Dont say shit to me 

Call me a pigskinna 

Dont say shit to me 

Call me a pigskinna 

Dont say shit to me 

Call me a pigskinna 

Dont say shit to me 

Call me a pigskinna 

Dont say shit to me 

(Fade Out)