[Verse 1]
The time it took to make this EP's shorter than Trading Arms
If you look a gift horse in the mouth, I'm creating harm
If you take a cheese from me, I am grating parm
But this pig makes me angry, I am hating farm
I really fucking hate this pig, I am staying calm
Hopefully, God kills this pig, I am praying hard
I'll focus on Pokémon, I am trading cards
The pig plays Pokémon, too, and it knows Disarm

[Hook]
I really fucking don't like pigs
I really fucking don't like pigs
Maybe, it'll fetch this stick
Maybe, it'll fetch this stick
Get rid of this pig, quick
Get rid of this pig, quick
Make a bacon sandwich
I don't give a shit

[Verse 2]
"Pig" rhymes with "Sausage," "Sausage" rhymes with "Penis"
"Penis" rhymes with "Woman," so pig equals cleaner
Or pig equals dirty and "Dirty" rhymes with "Wenis"
If wenis is the elbow then elbows aren't hygienic
Grass is for the gays, pigs like to run in grass
And I don't like the homos, they take it up the ass
I don't really want a gay fucking butty
So don't give me bacon or I start cutting
I don't like pig or gay 'cause I'm from Texas
I don't like pigs, they taking up landmass
I don't like gay and I don't like Kansas
I don't like anything that likes to get porked

[Outro]
Almost
Nah