Infectious Grooves - Die Lika Pig lyrics

Every puto has a day and yours is coming Ain't no feelin' sorry 'bout the things I'm gonna do to you I get prepared, then I roll off to battle Behind the wheel of a six deuce I saddle Round you up like a cowboy does cattle Pull the trigger and the Uzi just rattle Throw on the dickies, winos, rag and I'm ready There's always time to get some lovin' from a betty I sight you out and then I hold my hand steady Three hollow points in your chest and damn your bloody No mess'n with the shape I'm in Die lika pig, you pig No mess'n with the shape I'm in Die lika pig, you pig No time to waste on elegant conversation Lock in a plan, precede without hesitation Start a new chapter in a violent presentation Cover my tracks so there won't be no complications This ain't no "whouf." I'm gonna raise the stake up Pressure on, thought start to break up I'm like a nightmare from which you can't wake up I'll treat you like a ho and with a ho I don't make up No mess'n with the shape I'm in Die lika pig, you pig No mess'n with the shape I'm in Die lika pig, you pig