Pigs: Can't stand them!

[Rasaq]

I'm sure all of you heard about the three little pigs. For some reason, this fairy tale pissed me off growing up. Let's name the wolf...Auger. We can think of the pigs as some group of guys who hang out together in their own homes and places where they can ignore the general public. Maybe all Auger wanted to do was have fun? The pigs continued to ignore him, this probably went on for years, which got to the point where the wolf had to try and forcefully get them to come out and play with him. I'm sure each visit became more intensifying until finally he blew down all the houses except the one that was made out of bans. I think the rest is history...

[Jason]

har har

keep it clean and it'll stay open

fuck around for even a sec and it's closed

god almighty, are you guys really that bored?

get out of your dorm rooms and go fuck a sorority slut or something

[Crescent Seal]

[Jason]

see, now that's actually funny without pushing the envelope

was that so hard? ("hard" pun sort of intended)

[AngelsGirl]

What kind of piggerty is this.

[kthx]

[Rasaq]

Jason not that bad after all, welcome to my friendship.

[Jason]

i try to tell people over and over and over that, generally speaking, i'm a reasonable guy.

honestly, even when it comes to racism itself, i don't have a personal problem with it. i'm pretty much immune as are most people these days. i am, however, in a position where i have to enforce rules on it. that's really all it comes down to.

[AngelsGirl]

Sir Piglet is the biggest spider.

[Rasaq]

Understood. There's always some group of guys out there that try to push their limits against rules and someone's duty and think it's cute to be heartless fucks. Tsk Tsk.

[Crescent Seal]

?

this guy srs right now?

[AngelsGirl]

This some srs pigness

[Ganon-Knight]

yo that piglet guy from winnie the pooh is adorable

[Crescent Seal]

since my hey there delilah remix was censored (jason u killing me), i have a new remix dedicated 2 sir spider aka pig pooper...song is Hit em up by Tupac

I ain't got no motherfucking friends
That's why I fucked your squad
You fat motherfucker
East Side
Seahawk Killers
You know who the realist is
pigs we bring it to
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your seahaws
And the squad you claim
East side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your ship
We bust on Bad Boys
pigs fuck for Life
Plus Chompie tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Malign Paradigm and Gripe
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Kyou go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Olga,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them pigs know
It's on for Life
Don't let the east side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your warbird peeled
You know, see

[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see Cres
Call the cops when you see Cres, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
noops, I hit 'em up



[Chorus]

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you pigs getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
pigs think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you pigs living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Rookie of the Year
Warbird livin', out of pub
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Sir Spider remember when I use to let you join Paxin
And beg the captain to let you join Season
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the warbird that you love to hate
Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Heartless click
Dressing up trying to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the heartless?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Pandora (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you pigs got sickle-cell or something
You're fucking with me, pig?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you pigs from Seattle that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't straying,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Sir spider.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
fuck Sir spider
fuck Coroner,
fuck chompie, dare, and gripe
And if you want to be down with Sir spider,
Then fuck you too.
Olga, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
My warbird (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' warbird riders.
East Side till' we die.
Out here in New york, pig
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the heartless ,pig, we the motherfuckin' heartless
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real pigs, all you motherfuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You pigs laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You pigss can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Pig Pooper killers.

[Ganon-Knight]

are you done