Lyric Die Lika Pig

Muir-Siegel-Trujillo

Every puto has a day and yours is coming!
Ain t no feelin sorry bout the things I m gonna do to you!

I get prepare, then I roll off to battle
Behind the wheel of a six deuce I saddle
Round you up like a cowboy does cattle
Pull the triger and the Uzi just rattle
Throw on the dickies, winos, rag and I m ready
There s always time to get some lovin from a betty
I sight you out and then I hold my hand steady
3 hollow points in your chest and damn you re bloody!

No mess n with the shape I m in! Die lika pig, you pig!
No mess n with the shape I m in! Die lika pig, you pig!

No time to waste on elegant conversation
Lock in a plan, procede without hesitation
Start a new chapter in a violent presentation
Cover my tracks so there won t be no complications
This ain t no "whouf." I m gonna raise the stake up
Pressures on, thought starts to break up
I m like a nightmare from which you can t wake up
I ll treat you like a ho and with a ho I don t make up

No mess n with the shape I m in! Die lika pig, you pig!
No mess n with the shape I m in! Die lika pig, you pig!