Texty:
Pig Find It Fuck It Forget It

Find it, fuck it, forget it, forever Find it, fuck it, forget it, forever Find it, fuck it, forget it, forever Find it, fuck it, forget it, forever Find it, fuck it, forget it

and feathered heart That can beat no more in vain Like the bitterest pill with your sordid thrill You run a franchise on my pain You can't Find it Fuck it Forget it

doc' prescribed antihistamines Oink oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin

don't feel bad when I gut 'em like a pig Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big You hear the attitude, I say fuck being humble You act like

basement with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga Man she can cook She made some pig feet, some greens, some hogmog Man anyway Woke up the next mornin yawnin what the fuck

to 'doc prescribed anti-histemines Oink, oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork Only siguar needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin

basement with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga Man she can cook She made some pig feet, some greens, some hogmog Man anyway Woke up the next mornin yawnin what the fuck

out the shank and stick it right through you're lung. Now it's 96 and white people say, "Forget it. It's all in the past." And some even regret it. 'Cause

the basement with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga Man she can cook She made some pig feet, some greens, some hogmog Man anyway Woke up the next mornin yawnin what the fuck