Pigskinna 2

[Verse 1: Mr. Bones]
Dear Sergeant Swine, pass me a pork chop
Maybe a rookie cop so I can let my knife 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 Sam
Mr. Mr. Bones with the chrome twenty-second
Pay heed to my lyrics, listen as I wreck it
Giving you the four one one or the one eight seven
Two eleven, sending these pigs straight to heaven
My terrifying rhymes leave the little pigs shakin'
Burnin' up the officer, damn I smell bacon
But no faking, this shit's real
Giving you the deal, pluggin' cops with my steel
I'm the for real, spitting slang like a winner
Label me a motherfuckin' bloody pig skinner

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]
Back in yo ass again
Protecting niggas from here to lay back again
They coming hard with 40's in hand to ice your system
In the other hands is pistols so get some
We can resolve this whole matter so let me tell
Results to tragic because your mind explode, damn
I smell a little hog trying to tail gate, it's too late
Creep through the night while your ass masturbates
And put 'em bullets in yo head until yo ass is dead
And then I'm grasshoppin' fences into tool sheds
'Cause your whole crew is gonna want to stop me
Mayor [?] told his whole force to drop me
But I get ghost flippin' grass into the hood
Don't holler on pine wood with the niggas that would
Put the straps to that ass [settle down, boy?]
But cam road too far, I hit east point
Then I just trash the ass of the beginners
Another fucking sequel to town, woo, pigskinna

[Chorus]
So I drop them dogs

[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
Fuck the cops, I hate 'em all, I kill em all
I'm standing tall and making sure they all fall
To the end, the end of time I watch 'em bleed
I hate the motherfuckers and this is what I need
To compound my hatred for the cops into a jam
But fuck that shit, it's time to take a stand
I can't believe the people obey they laws every day
I give them a donut and send 'em on they way
But if they choose to write a ticket or talk shit
I'm serving their ass up with a wig split

[Verse 4: The R.O.C.]
Two to yo head, mister copper man I said
Two to yo head, [?], it's blood shed
The ninth, tenth, twelfth, all the way around
The sirens are sounding, time to get down, I'm gun bound
Thirteen cops on my trail, they can't cope
I slip and I fall, there they go on my back bro
Adrenalines pumpin', suckers I'm punchin', and I kill one
They mass produce by the thousands, they're comin' from
LA, New York from DC to the hood
They comin' from states, fuck that, I'm 'bout to skin 'em good
Mass confusion, I ain't losin'
I'll blow up Michigan before they can move in, the Pigskinna

[Outro]
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me
Call me a pigskinna, cops ain't shit to me