pigs
Pigs, pigs, piggy pigs,
They run in circles,
And dance their jigs,
And act like little, ickle pigs.
Pigs come in all shapes and sizes.
But we haven't met a pig,
That we don't despises.
For a pig, is a pig, is a pig, is a pig.
Some are short, dum, or fat.
Some are ugly, upity, or just mean,
But all pigs are shat,
None are in between.
They drive around, in little piggy cars,
And go to cause anarchy and havoc,
For they never look upwards at the stars,
Just search for imaginary drug traffic.
Little piggy hooves, clutch at their gun.
Ugliest pigs are the female bitches.
From pigs, you can't run,
But all the same, your trigger-finger itches.
They steal our weed, see,
And they steal our kron.
They search my buddy,
But they miss the bong.
Pigs beat up my friend, for being high on life,
Pigs hurt my leg and chained me with chains,
Sprayed me in the eyes,
For wanting the air of the cranes.
Take a knife, and slit their little piggy throats,
Take no worry and no fear,
For in the end, everybody God smotes,
And the death of a little piggy might make God cheer.
Fucking pigs, go fucking die.
And see who comes and visits your graves.
To join the pigs is to spread the lie.
To side with the pigs is to join the slaves.
Keep harrassing the pacifist, buddy. Watch, and see what happens.
Of course I'm talking about barn animals! What else would I be talking about?