Correction Lyrics P.I.G.G.Y. by Afourteen

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Die piggy, fly through, with the "gee, how advanced!"
I see a cop yeah won't fight but its f**king dry air
Back in March shot with a glizzy, they won't f**k, uh
Gonna die checks out on a Monday
Looks in the eyes, yeah he looks for a gunfight
It don't take much to run away from the law
You escape once and then you run for the door
They gon' cut us down, so what was all of it for?
The media's deaf, you too f**king worried bout' just what the media says
And they don't take your word from me
The fact that you can't attest
No guidance causing suicide and no one's shots are the best
The bullets go through your chest
To war!
So get up, get down, rock out, rock thе floor
And they don't care that much, send еm' up
But you betta can
But that is scaring us, ending of something, they calling you afraid
And everything sucks, they watch you closely
Spider bite, we gon' f**king fight to the very end
Kinda' might fly away, escape away from the residence
Nobody cares, go flash your light, giving me the evidence
Everyone stares, their body yet they wanna then suck the d**k
Everything builds they tryna see you in hell
Wait for my spirits they make me wanna kill her
I might give up but somehow that sh*t it feels
That I knew it I can hear, ah
B*t*h you would take all your freedom
Bleed you till there’s nothing left
Shoot back with Gods revolver
Attention your judgment has come
So, so, so we gotta scream and shout?
We got the guns so we gotta go loud
Be proud to be in the U.S.A, yeah, yeah
Piggy piggy, come out to play
I got twin Glocks status how I pick my dead cop
You wanna fight, then take my head in
P.I.G.G.Y. you gon' end up with spider bite

Yeah, huh, huh, yuh
What if every cop was a bad cop?
Then there would be nothing on the street but f**king crack rock
Stacked up
Bodies in the bags in the backdrop
I might pop a shot at your motherf**king head top
Dead cop
Bullets in the air
Pulling on my hair
Until my head is f**king bare
At the pig I stare
My freedom on the edge of the knife
I will f**king kill for my life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Trust in your motherf**king government, my dude, huh
Same guys let Nazi scientists take us all to the moon, uh
Same guys make millions of Indians watch what they do, huh
Same guys that want my information they watch what I do, huh
F**k that, you don't care about me, you don't care about us
If you had it your way, then half of Spider Gang in the back of the bus, uh
That's why I don't trust, you
That's why I will crush you
I'mma burn every piece of paper of that legislation they push through
Bullsh*t
Pull up to the prison with a full clip
Gotta know what we think I think I'll fill you with bullets
P.I.G.G.Y
We then gotta get your license plate
Grab the gun and pull it, b*t*h you know that you inside of that
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