paroles de chanson Pig Feet for Iftar - Ali

Bacon served on a guillotine
On the last day of Ramadan, you know what I mean
Yeah, we all 'bout to eat
Take a pig's feet, make him walk to his car on his knees
Twenty-four-seven on that 'Fuck the police'
One of the many reasons I'mma choose to hold heat
So left-bent, if you aiming at my head
Then I'm aiming right back with the same amount of lead
Oh you want to play, we gone make you play dead
Putting all the crooked-ass pigs in the pen
Make 'em all a slave to a page, like my name Freddy K
Like a fucking death knot in my hands
See, my goal to get rich and buy the precinct
Buy the corporates then burn they ass down
Light my J, let the revolutions rage
When it's all over, you gone never see a crown, like

How can you sleep

Yeah yeah
It smells like bacon outside
Save me a plate, fire's raging outside
Fuck the delay, we ain't waiting this time
Like Matt Gaetz at your prom
Told me waiting's a waste of my time
And I ain't gone be no one's model minority
Let's abolish police and abolish our
Need for non-violent conformity
Yeah, it's time to release any notion you
Owe something else to society
You can find me where the riot be
Buy you a weapon, then learn how to fire it
Fuck it, this time it's a fight
I ain't going down quietly

Tell me wait for you
Feel that weight up on my neck
If I serve what I receive
You deserve what's coming next
Told me wait for it
While you're aiming at my head
No respect, guess how much your gonna get