One of the first songs we wrote and the topic we ended up naming the band after.
lyrics
The cops came around just the other day, seen me chillin' with lines on my tray. Flipped on the lights and turned around, I'm getting damn sick of that oink oink sound. Pulled out my gun and began to spray, these pigs are not getting me today. Dragged em' downstairs and kicked in his head, now he's chillin' on my waffles and bread.
Ch: Cops in the freezer, Fuckers in my cellar. Shouldn't have fucked with me you stone cold fella'. Now you're chillin' freezer-burnt. There's no more people you can hurt.
Run upstairs to clear the scene, holy shit! There's a fucking swat team. I'm so fucked, I try to hide, I hear those cunts breaking inside. Pulled out my guns and begin to spray those fucks aren't getting me today, run downstairs, I didn't die, It's time to warm up my pork pig pie.
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