Magic Pig Detective

Low soul in a manic

Feels so only queen

A deep tripe for a wander aimless

Just fakes his green

Cuz I say no you're mine

And I'm no only nine feed

You got a cross confusing my ages

Not yet more me



Cuz I say you're in a ready

Bleach-hearted boy wretched voice indeed

A prosthetic you waitin to destroy



Two sides to Dylan's haw hee

Feeling like a cemetary

Karpick a what is in me

A drill a sin try to kill it

I sit on a quire haw hee

Gettin like a titty single only

A bottom make a cell it's time to bleed

Tee, la-la hee-hee



Pig try to give it to you

Killin like a hundred an fifteen in

Feed Birmingham