Pig - A Fête Worse Than d**h lyrics

Rock this shotgun Rock this shot Rock this shotgun Rock this shot Rock this shotgun Rock this shot Television, my teacher Confessor and preacher My bible My bile Talk show and trial You're wet, I'm wild For your shilling, I'm willing Tune in your lips and burning breath My fête worse than d**h He thinks he's bad Ain't got no plan Rock this shotgun up his motherf**in' a** He thinks he's bad Ain't got no plan Rock this shotgun up his motherf**in' a** Rock this shotgun Rock this shot Rock this shotgun up his motherf**ing a** Rock this shotgun Rock this shot Rock this shotgun up his motherf**ing a** My profit, my pusher My faker, my hooker A little praise, it's astounding In for a penny and I get a pounding Through all the drinks My vision shrinks and drowns this fife That slowly sinks He thinks he's bad Ain't got no plan Rock this shotgun up his motherf**in' a** He thinks he's bad Ain't got no plan Rock this shotgun up his motherf**in' a** Rock this shotgun Rock this shot Rock this shotgun up his motherf**ing a** Rock this shotgun Rock this shot Rock this shotgun up his motherf**ing a**