Rumproast
Vegetariamism
Law of the land
Too bad I had to find out first hand
Look at his hands temple, steeple
Its uncosher eating people
Knock knock batman, a riddle for you
Of course there’s always a hidden innuedo
Vigilante a villain in disguise
Super heroe mask, covers all but his eyes
Police and lawyers always saving
Asylums filled with killers raving
Focusing the cover on a book
Getting hassled for the way you look
Pepper spray and guns so big
Hahaha, I eat pig
(Chorus)
Sausage, ham, bacon, pork
Policing streets L.A., New York
Making pork chops, Blood you see
Kill the pigs, And be like me
Uniforms in cities big
Makes no difference, I eat pig
Entrepenuer, he pays taxes
On the prefect consumer, law relaxes
Cant get away from social idealists
Institutionalized and yet I feel this
Cops religious persuation
Hammer to the head, compound abrasion
Of social distortion
I’ll take portion
Robbing your brain
Your mind is a fortune
Look at me baby
Can you dig?
Hahahaha, I eat pig
(Chorus)
Precognition
Answering questions
Badge on his chest
Making minor suggestions
Being yourself isn’t allowed
The cells of downtown
We’re holding quite a crowd
What can happen with the stones I throw
Catch me and put me on death row
Six foot grave I’m gonna dig
Hahahaha, I eat pig
