Chi Town Taurus

Lyrics

Oink Oink (Updated 2-19-22)


Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Only time we like the Pigs is When we snipin the Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Only time we like the Pigs is When we Knifin them Pigs...




V.1
Spoke to Swat the Other day... they said they Headed my Way...

Had to tell’em pack a Lunch... brand the Military... load up Bytch... you brang them pussy ass K-9s... I got Bloodline Pits...

I hope you Porky Pigs is Trained... don’t Choke Up Bytch... I ain’t them pussy’s you been dealin with that’s Coked Up Bytch...

Strung out on X pills... they gone Squeal on Somethin... you don’t wanna mess around get my Adrenaline pumpin...

All you coffee drankin... Donut munchin... Two bit Piggies... I ain’t Fifty Cent or Diddy...

Naaa... I ain’t Jay Z homey... I am Cray... Z homey... I put cops in the Hospital... don’t play with me Homey...

You need an Attitude Adjustment... I stay with the Pump... a bunch of shots that’ll rectify... what happened in Philly... naaa... you don’t wanna see me get Silly...

I’m the Honorable Don Ize... I go ham on Twelve... I don’t play and Pick Favorites... yea... I’m up outta the Cell...



Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Only time we like the Pigs is When we snipin the Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Only time we like the Pigs is When we knifin the Pigs...





V.2
Yea Chi... Ca... G... O... Hustler... yea... fa’sho’ No Doubt... and if my daddy was a Buster or a Butler... I’d Blow his Brains Out...

Or smack him in the Mandible... some fatherly Convo... yea call me an Animal... like it’s war in the Congo...

Yea my father better never be the White man’s Bytch... or a punk ass Cop... workin for the Same Crackers tryin to Feed me Slop...

I’m a Target every time they wanna Run my tags... my first thought... is Crime Scene tapes and Pigs in Body Bags...

I promise you... naaa... I ain’t your typical Cat... you go to Jail Enough Times you See Pigs get Whacked...

Mind frame of a Killa... stay Cunnin... and Clever... you snatch a Juvenile Offender... you make a Criminal Better...

You don’t wanna pull me over... make me Pluck your Feathers... chained up... taught me... all those other... Drastic measures...

It’s psychological... Jail.. took a Toll... On Me... Now the Don... feeling Invincible... they Told On Me...

What You Gone Tell’em if I’m Still Here And You Fold On Me…



Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Only time we like the Pigs is When we snipin the Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Oink... Oink... yea... homey... me no like a No Pigs... Only time we like the Pigs is When we knifn the Pigs...