Mr. Pig

Run for your life or face the wrath of a psychopath
No one can hear you scream
Screaming relentlessly

Pray for death
To a God unable
You will soon meet
That goddamn fable

Pray for death
To a god unable

I am inevitable

Brute forced swing to the motherfuckin' dome (bitch)
Cleaver Swing City from the cradle to the throne
Foot to the throat of the ones who oppose me
Gutted are the swine as above, so below me

(Cut em up)
Punish the weak
Squeal
You will bleed