This is the story of three little And the damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought he did was right, the pigology of self Pink skin and wealth, just hogging shit up for self
Rolled up on a pig named A skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind The swine fell for the tail But no way in was earth that stale
Stone eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of shade The stone age, the origin of in the bone age was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine and filthy acts
If not they was be forced to sent But trouble come first, shit got worse of swine are now cursed The exile meant from 'Bylon, three on The shores of north America's they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf
When I was young was feeding me fairytalz And this goes on until I'm old and I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And goes on until I'm old and gray
There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a Now each had a hustle to get food to eat The rich man was paid, the poor man was workin' Like a slave, he gave him, minimum wage
The poor man endured this, torture for his four His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a better His boss him off on the 4th of December He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his
Now in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold This ended all of the 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 pleaded and the rich man, for the hubby Who gave fifteen of his life, for the company Conversation was brief, with no in sight Then she her four sons into the night
They robbed that man blind Then fled the borderline, escaping with all the cream But still could not restore the see Life is a dangerous and it seems cash rule eventually mentally
When I was young they was me fairytalz And this goes on until I'm old and When I was young was feeding me fairytalz And this goes on I'm old and gray
The rich man's soul turned to through the lust To control as much fluff, his heart touched The old fart grew up, with to be the fly kid the golden midas, touch
Smokin' dutches he ignited at will Usin' hundred dollar the big will, up until, he collided fate, had a stroke while chokin' on some stake This was fatal as hell was not bein' able to take his Back to the
Jack and Jill ran up the Jack said, "I ran, never will, 'cause I'm from Brownsville" But still, the living provider, the outsider had With Piper 'cause his girl Goldilox put stocks in his viper
On the brick road he lost control Got charged for down the scarecrow, on the loose Runnin' from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the keystone cops
When I was young they was feeding me And this on until I'm old and gray I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And this on until I'm old and gray
I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And this goes on I'm old and gray When I was young they was me fairytalz And goes on until I'm old and gray