Us and Pigs
I ate dinner with beasts, crinkled hands and red cheeks
Lookin' at my body like it's food and your breath smells like bacon
You ask, "What's the special occasion?"
Like I dress and dance just for you, mmm
Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids
Are you bein' paid to not pay attention?
Does it have to happen to your mother
To your sister or your daughter for you to take it personal?
Oh-oh, mmm-mmm, mm-mm, mmm-mmm
Mm-mm, mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm
Mmm-mmm, mm-mm, mmm-mmm
Mm-mm, mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm
So, pump us full of sperm, put us in a barn
Us and pigs on a Mississippi farm
In nine months, we'll have a kid you won't care about
And if the kid's not straight, white and male
We guarantee a livin' hell, murder in the name of a lovin' God
Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids
Are you bein' paid to not pay attention?
Does it have to happen to your mother
To your sister or your daughter for you to take it personal?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
So, burn the witch alive, drink our dirty water
Be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter
Your mistress gets a pass 'cause your wife can't find out
I guess we were just bein' a little loud
Shut us up and put apples in our mouth
But pull your own daughter out from the lineup
Lookin' at my body like it's food and your breath smells like bacon
You ask, "What's the special occasion?"
Like I dress and dance just for you, mmm
Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids
Are you bein' paid to not pay attention?
Does it have to happen to your mother
To your sister or your daughter for you to take it personal?
Oh-oh, mmm-mmm, mm-mm, mmm-mmm
Mm-mm, mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm
Mmm-mmm, mm-mm, mmm-mmm
Mm-mm, mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm
So, pump us full of sperm, put us in a barn
Us and pigs on a Mississippi farm
In nine months, we'll have a kid you won't care about
And if the kid's not straight, white and male
We guarantee a livin' hell, murder in the name of a lovin' God
Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids
Are you bein' paid to not pay attention?
Does it have to happen to your mother
To your sister or your daughter for you to take it personal?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
So, burn the witch alive, drink our dirty water
Be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter
Your mistress gets a pass 'cause your wife can't find out
I guess we were just bein' a little loud
Shut us up and put apples in our mouth
But pull your own daughter out from the lineup
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Writer(s): Sofia Isella Miranda
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