This is the of three little pigs And the damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the of self Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging up for self
Rolled up on a pig swine A skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind The swine fell for the short But no way in hell was that stale
Stone eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was of another shade The stone age, the origin of aids in the age There was a pig, skin was He cleaned up the swine and filthy acts
If not they was be to sent back But trouble first, stale shit got worse Consumers of swine are now The exile meant from 'Bylon, after on The shores of America's hoof When they celebrated with the wolf
When I was young they was feeding me And this goes on until I'm old and When I was young was feeding me fairytalz And this goes on until I'm old and
There was a rich man, a man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different to get food to eat The rich man was paid, 'cause the man was workin' a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage
The poor man endured this, for his four sons His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a life His boss laid him off on the 4th of He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to his fort
Now deep in the winter, he got pneumonia, a cold ended all of the little hustles that he controlled He was in his soul, he couldn't sleep he wouldn't eat But by his was a strong woman, not taking defeat
She and begged the rich man, for the hubby Who gave years of his life, for the company Conversation was brief, with no in sight Then she unleashed her four sons into the
They robbed that rich man Then over the borderline, escaping with all the cream But still could not the mind see Life is a dangerous and it seems cash rule eventually Authored
When I was young they was me fairytalz And this on until I'm old and gray I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And goes on until I'm old and gray
The rich man's soul turned to dust through the To control as much fluff, his heart touched The old fart up, with goals to be the fly kid the golden midas, touch
Smokin' that he ignited at will Usin' dollar bills the big will, up until, he collided With fate, had a while chokin' on some stake This was fatal as hell was not bein' able to his pace Back to the
and Jill ran up the hill Jack said, "I never ran, never will, I'm from Brownsville" But still, the provider, the outsider had beef With Peter Piper 'cause his girl Goldilox put in his viper
On the brick road he lost control Got for runnin' down the scarecrow, on the loose Runnin' from hot pursuit, by Dr. Seuss Riding hard on his jock, Pete got blasted by the keystone cops
When I was they was feeding me fairytalz And this goes on until I'm old and When I was they was feeding me fairytalz And this on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me And goes on until I'm old and gray I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And this goes on I'm old and gray