Pigs [V1]

[Supposedly part of the Third Verse]

Skate park 'til the days dark

Then it's Roscoe's with the whole fucking G

'Olf Wang, Wolf Gang, same thang, just the G's off

Sick fuck I got many germs I feel like Adolf

Aye, y'all motherfuckers thought I was gone fall off?

Sorry, future brighter than what Stevie Wonder ain't saw

Ain't yaw jaw hurting from the hate, naw?

Ah, fuck it mate, and my balls still ain't drop, pause

Sick, spittin' like the motherfucking droolin'

Ear to a sea shell listening to Frankie's new shit

Who's this motherfucking crew bringing cool back?

To the rap bake sale makin' all the cake back

Made about one zero, zero, zero, zero, eight stacks

In a whole different fucking country where they hate rap

And they say, "hey black, can I get my kids back?

You brain washed them with all that triple sixty six crap"