Crooked I Mr. Pigface Lyrics

Mr. Pig Face Weapon Waist Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Skitzo (intro)
  • 2 Mr. Pigface
  • 3 U Shoulda Made a Phone Call
  • 4 One More Time
  • 5 Guess Who's Back?
  • 6 Freestyle Cypher
  • 7 Woodstock Hood Hop
  • (COB is my religion. I was raised in the world that wants to see you dead or locked up. What they have to do is lost. Pigface Weapon Waist nigga)

    [Verse 1]
    I won't be finished 'til I'm mentioned with the best ever
    I rock a record like I'm a member of Def Leppard
    I keep my eyes on my prey like I'm a deaf leopard
    You better crown me or I'll jump you like a red checker
    I Chop your head off I aim fifths and circum-
    -cize all of you guys cause it ain't shit to merk 'em
    I look into their eyes and see the same bitch that birthed 'em
    Pussy, I’m deranged, I’m insane, sick, berserk, I’m
    Pain mixed with anguish, my language is gang mixed
    With dangerous heinous spit, I shit you an anus
    Nigga I'm idiotic ain't really got it
    You fuck with me and them bullets will be movin' quick as Sonic
    I'm hangin' out the window like a nigga finna vomit
    Gin and tonic gun sound like an asteroid hit a comet
    Yesterday I was loadin' my pistol on my Mama's couch
    Thought about my fucked up life and yelled Slaughterhouse

    (The beast was pregnant with Pigface Weapon Waist. The belly of the beast gave birth to a menace. Now they can't control me)

    [Verse 2]
    I kill you with no strings attached, this is Wi-Fi
    'Til the wheels fall off, I'm down to do the drive-by
    Not to be cocky but I'm gooned up, why lie?
    That's why I got the upper hand like a high-five
    Bet you never seen chrome Tecs
    I make a call, I get your pussies touched, call it phone sex
    Ain't no tellin' what I'm on next
    Long texts from your wife tornado dick, I home wrecks
    I have that bitch sellin' her coochie lips, boozy chicks
    Get the coke nose 'til they load it as my oozy clip
    Even broke hoes on the groupie shit
    Pretty as a beauty tip, get the Max Julien movie script
    Welcome to my world, hot iron shots fired
    Cops tryin' to stop a mob giant
    I drop block science and after I'm gone I'll picture Hip-Hop cryin'
    Like they did with Big and Pac dyin', I'm not lyin'

    (For every one dead, two more are born. You can't stop real niggas. You'll never stop real niggas)

    [Verse 3]
    My family ties is as deep as Michael J. Fox
    We aim Glocks at your tank-tops
    Leave you in a hospital bed watchin' Baywatch
    Watch your weight drop 'til you're skinny enough
    To fit between raindrops (bang, shots)
    We killin' you on YouTube
    (Bono!) nigga that means you too!
    I got a screw loose
    You get stuck up like goodie-two-shoes
    Thought you knew that I was cuckoo
    I'm in a GTA, I got them thangs on me
    I'm in a GTA, but I ain't Gay Tony
    A menace to society I'm MC Eiht homie
    The killa gorilla apes know me, Mase pray for me
    No lyricist realer, straight Kobe can't hold me
    I'm flash player, couldn't read me with Adobe
    So a new verse is nothin' but a new hearse
    Tryna kill G shit I'm shootin' yellin' you first, nigga

    (You'll never kill G shit [Never!]. Until you tame society, this shit won't stop. Art imitates life nigga. Fox News wanna kill Obama, like the Long Beach PD wanna kill me. Ha ha ha ha! But I won't die, I'll multiply. COB, it's my religion. That's why they follow me. Salute your general. Pigface Weapon Waist nigga... Amen)
    I'm tired of you niggas. Wack nigga. Soft nigga. Long Beach, East Side. Let this mothafucka ride! 21 on the beat. Wasup 21! It's epic, a journey

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