Hogwild

I derive inspiration only from the medium
In soundcloud rap, you know, Worm is the medium
I just talked to Peep he said, my raps are feedin him
From the pearly gates, he waits til I am seated with him
Told him, "hold up Peep, with God, I gotta beef"
Or rather pork, cuz that's the game I hunted last week
He was working the night shift, dozed off in his car
Worm slunk around and slipped a couple rounds in his jaw
Raucous applause... as I dragged em through the street
The most dangerous game, them boys in blue, NYPD
Host a cantankerous gang, I'm serving food, it's pork and beans
To the gangrenous hand, I'm Robin Hood, I come in peace (EY!)
So you see Peep, Heaven's just not for me
I eat the unclean meat and wear a crown of cloven feet
But when I see a fucken pig just struttin on his beat
UGH! DEACON FLIP THIS FUCKING BEAT

When I see a fucken pig, I go hogwild
(HOGWILD)
Hogwild... fucken hogwild
When I see a fucken pig, I go hogwild
(HOGWILD)
Hogwild... fucken hogwild
Thin blue fuckas get threaded through turnstiles
In doggystyle... yeah doggystyle
When I see a fucken pig, I go hogwild
(HOGWILD)
Hogwild... fucken hogwild

Lie with swine, fry like bacon
Shit's too crucial for no confrontation
Arm yourselves, time is a wasting
For far too long, we've all been complacent
Adjacent. To the insatiable thirst
The mason dixon fiction still committing mass murders
No spined hogrinds acquitted for they crimes
Dead men put outta mind for the next headlines, that's why

When I see a fucken pig, I go hogwild
(HOGWILD)
Hogwild... fucken hogwild
When I see a fucken pig, I go hogwild
(HOGWILD)
Hogwild... fucken hogwild
Thin blue fuckas get threaded through turnstiles
In doggystyle... yeah doggystyle
When I see a fucken pig, I go hogwild
(HOGWILD)
Hogwild... fucken hogwild



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Sherman
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