Teenage Disaster
P.I.G.G.Y.
[Verse 1: Afourteen]
Die piggy, fly through with the [?]
I see a cop yeah, he's gonna fly with his fuckin' chopped head
Back in March, shot with a glizzy, make them fuck, uh
Gonna die, checks up on a Monday
Lookin' to ice ya, that's with a gun fight
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 fucking worried 'bout just what the media says
And it don't take much 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 the floor
And they don't carе that much, send 'em up
Put you down a pen
But [?], еnd of something, calling you afraid
And everything sucks, they watch you closely
Spider fight, we gon' fucking fight to the very end
Then I might fly away, escape away from the rest of this
Nobody cares about your life, giving me the evidence
Everyone stares, nobody help up 'til it's evident
I don't need help, tryna see you in hell
With my gun just make me wanna kill her
Never give up, but somehow that shit it fails
That I know it, and I take it all
[Verse 2: Teenage Disaster]
Bitch, I hate you, would take all your freedom (Whoo, whoo)
Where you turn, there’s nothing left
Shoot back with God's revolver, attention, your judgment has come
So, so, so we gotta clean the town
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, that's how I pick my dead cop
You wanna fight? Then take my hand
P.I.G.G.Y., you gon' end up with spider bite

[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Huh, yeah
What if every cop was a bad cop?
Then there would be nothing on the street but fucking crack rock stacked up
Bodies in the bags in the backdrop
I might pop a shot at your motherfucking head top, dead cop
Bullets in the air, pulling on my hair
Until my head is fucking bare at the pig I stare
My freedom on the edge of the knife (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I will fucking kill for my life (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Trust in your motherfucking 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
Fuck that, you don't care about me, you don't care about us
If you had it your way, that's why I ain't in the back of the bus, uh
That's why I don't trust you, that's why I will crush you
I'ma burn every piece of paper of that legislation they push through
Bullshit, pull up to the precinct with a full clip
Gotta know what we think, I think I'll fill you with bullets, P.I.G.G.Y
We let God get your license plate
Grab the gun and pull it, bitch, you know that you inside an egg
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