This is the story of three little pigs
N' the projected damage that they did
Pig number one was white
Thought everything he did was right
The pigology itself

Pink skin terror N' wealth, just hoggin' shit up for self
Rolled up on a pig named Swine
A brown-skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind
The swine fell for the short tail
But no way in hell was Earth that stale
Stone chicken eggs, hid 'em in the mud that they laid
When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade
The stone age, the origin o' AIDS in the bone age
There was a pig, skin was black
He cleaned up the swine N' they filthy acts
If not they was be forced to set back
But trouble come first, stale shit got worse
Consumers of swine are now cursed
The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on
The shores of North America's hoof
When they celebrated Thanksgiving with the wolf

Chorus:
When I was young (When I was young)
They was feedin' me fairytalez (They was feedin' me fairytalez)
N' this goes on (N' this goes on)
Until I'm old N' gray (Until I'm old N' gray)
When I was young (When I was young)
They was feedin' me fairytalez (They was feedin' me fairytalez)
N' this goes on (N' this goes on N' on N' on)
Until I'm old N' gray (Till I'm old N' I'm gray)

There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, n' a thief
Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat
The rich man was paid, cuz the poor man was workin' like a slave
He only gave him minimum wage
The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons
His daughter N' his wife, cuz he sought a better life
His boss laid him off on the fourth of December
He sold sweatshirts N' boxer shorts to keep his fort
Now deep in the winter, he got Pneumonia from a cold
This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep, he wouldn't eat
But by his side was a strong woman, not takin' defeat
She pleaded N' begged the rich man for the hubby
Who gave fifteen years of his life for the company
Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight
Then she unleashed her four sons into the night
They robbed that rich man blind
Then fled over the borderline, escapin' with all the cream
But still could not restore the mind, see
Life is a dangerous game N' it seems Cash Rule Eventually
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The rich man's soul turned to dust due to lust
To control as much fluff, his cold heart touched
The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid
With the golden Midas, touch
Smokin' Dutches that he ignited at will
Usin' hundred dollar bills, the Big Will, up until
He collided with fate
Had a stroke while chokin' on some stake
This was fatal as hell, was not bein' able to take his pace
Back to the cradle

Jack N' Jill ran up the hill
Jack said "I never ran, never will, cuz I'm from Brownsville"
But still, the Living Provider, the outsider
Had beef with Peter Piper cuz his girl Goldilox put stocks in his Viper
On the Yellow Brick Road he lost control
Got charged for runnin' down the Scarecrow, on the loose
Runnin' from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss
Riding hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the Keystone Cops

Chorus (X4)