This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self Rolled up on a pig named swine A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind The swine fell for the short tail But no way in hell was Earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hit em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin of AIDS in the bone age There was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts If not they was be forced to sent back But trouble come first, stale shit got worse Consumers of swine are now cursed The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on the shores of North America's hoof When they celebrated Thanksgiving with the wolf [Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper] When I was young When I was young They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez And this goes on And this goes on Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy Until I'm old and gray When I was young When I was young They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez And this goes on And this goes on and on and on Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy till I'm old and I'm gray [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat The rich man was paid, cause the poor man was workin like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage The ...
Monday, 4 February 2013
Fairytalez Gravediggaz lyrics
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This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self Rolled up on a pig named swine A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind The swine fell for the short tail But no way in hell was Earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hit em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin of AIDS in the bone age There was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts If not they was be forced to sent back But trouble come first, stale shit got worse Consumers of swine are now cursed The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on the shores of North America's hoof When they celebrated Thanksgiving with the wolf [Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper] When I was young When I was young They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez And this goes on And this goes on Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy Until I'm old and gray When I was young When I was young They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez And this goes on And this goes on and on and on Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy till I'm old and I'm gray [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat The rich man was paid, cause the poor man was workin like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage The ...
This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self Rolled up on a pig named swine A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind The swine fell for the short tail But no way in hell was Earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hit em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin of AIDS in the bone age There was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts If not they was be forced to sent back But trouble come first, stale shit got worse Consumers of swine are now cursed The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on the shores of North America's hoof When they celebrated Thanksgiving with the wolf [Kelis Rogers, Grym Reaper] When I was young When I was young They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez And this goes on And this goes on Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy Until I'm old and gray When I was young When I was young They was feeding me fairytalez They was feeding me fairytalez And this goes on And this goes on and on and on Until I'm old and gra-y-ayy till I'm old and I'm gray [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat The rich man was paid, cause the poor man was workin like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage The ...
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