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Pig The Only Good One S A Dead One

I cannot hurt but it don't mean nothing I cannot hide but it don't mean nothing I cannot hurt I cannot feel Come kiss the cut I will heal One poison

a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only

) Bitch you's a hoe (uh huh) And hoe you's a bitch (that's right) Everybody knows that you's a (what? ) funky bitch Bitch you's a hoe (uh huh) And hoe

a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle We know the riddles of life where others know only a

the phrase, it's all good, would you? They got you living like a shrew They throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards then you make a stew They give us a

For a better one. It's a real-life ripe dead certainty --- That I'm just a baker street muse. Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same Old

' they tried to call a truce One had a link, the other a goose You know what we took an' you know what we left But the third one played a punk, he dissed

face engines start a cranking black sheep race-- goodbye--goodbye--goodbye--goodbye--the only good one is a dead one the only good one is a dead one--it's a

) Bitch you's a hoe (Uh huh) And hoe you's a bitch (That's right) Everybody knows that you's a (What?) funky bitch Bitch you's a hoe (Uh huh) And hoe