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This is the story of three little pigs N' the projected damage that they did Pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right The pigology itself Pink skin terror N' wealth, just hoggin' shit up for self Rolled up on a pig named Swine A brown-skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind The swine fell for the short tail But no way in hell was Earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hid 'em in the mud that they laid When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin o' AIDS in the bone age There was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine N' they filthy acts If not they was be forced to set back But trouble come first, stale shit got worse Consumers of swine are now cursed The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on The shores of North America's hoof When they celebrated Thanksgiving with the wolf Chorus: When I was young (When I was young) They was feedin' me fairytalez (They was feedin' me fairytalez) N' this goes on (N' this goes on) Until I'm old N' gray (Until I'm old N' gray) When I was young (When I was young) They was feedin' me fairytalez (They was feedin' me fairytalez) N' this goes on (N' this goes on N' on N' on) Until I'm old N' gray (Till I'm old N' I'm gray) There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, n' a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat The rich man was paid, cuz the poor man was workin' like a slave He only gave him minimum wage The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons His daughter N' his wife, cuz he sought a better life His boss laid him off on the fourth of December He sold sweatshirts N' boxer shorts to keep his fort Now deep in the winter, he got Pneumonia from a cold This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep, he wouldn't eat But by his side was a strong woman, not takin' defeat She pleaded N' begged the rich man for the hubby Who gave fifteen years of his life for the company Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight Then she unleashed her four sons into the night They robbed that rich man blind Then fled over the borderline, escapin' with all the cream But still could not restore the mind, see Life is a dangerous game N' it seems Cash Rule Eventually Authored M...(?) The rich man's soul turned to dust due to lust To control as much fluff, his cold heart touched The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid With the golden Midas, touch Smokin' Dutches that he ignited at will Usin' hundred dollar bills, the Big Will, up until He collided with fate Had a stroke while chokin' on some stake This was fatal as hell, was not bein' able to take his pace Back to the cradle Jack N' Jill ran up the hill Jack said "I never ran, never will, cuz I'm from Brownsville" But still, the Living Provider, the outsider Had beef with Peter Piper cuz his girl Goldilox put stocks in his Viper On the Yellow Brick Road he lost control Got charged for runnin' down the Scarecrow, on the loose Runnin' from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss Riding hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the Keystone Cops Chorus (X4) |