Lyrics - Smokin the blunt on the table top, pig gettin slashed, cookin a pie with more then residue of the eye, You know I’m cooking a pot pig pie, 2 grills on the countertop, Ham thin slice of two guys per hot batch , do this twice then add a spice , hard off the top of head like pi (equation), You know I’m cooking a pot pig pie Ashin a doobie kickin it to a movie phone on shopin gonna make it fast, Feet up eyes closed munchin like a pig , almost about to crash, , off by my side frying some fries next to a full pizza-pie You know I’m cookin a Pot Pig Pie If ya be yappin, n say you better at rappin you cappin im grabbing pottery smashing your head with a flowerpot till you bleedin Meat sizzling made out of sweet maiden, I helped them out and they came over as a payment but now being smoked like bacon, 8 slices filled with guts ,berries, n blood, a hard boney crust circular shaped know what the fuck I baked? You know I’m cooking a Pot pig pie, Boil the big black bubbling cauldron stirring something potent grab the pot then pour it , Yippedy yap you keep saying the same ol’ crap shut your trap, no one wants to hear your squeal no one wants to hear your deal, no one wants to hear your rap it’s pathetic and boring like I said stop the squealing before you get a painful feeling in your back, Swinging out a beam shooting the spleen , fall over and bleed, take the spoon , scoop the blood, throw you till a thud, take the spoon make the cup flood pour it in the pan no lie You know I’m cooking a Pot Pig Pie If you got a problem with me let’s hash it, I got a club ready to bash it like a caveman named grug , Take the mush and crush to cook or mix into my potatoes you know the blood needs to match my tomatoes, won’t catch me by my chinny chin or my toes So fucked I feel comatose, come on little lamb yes come on little lamb, yes I am yes i am , im the shepherd who born you from your parent to this land, isn’t it apparent your the lamb lead the sheep to the slaughter, so say goodbye to your father as well as your mother’s daughter, Know what don’t bother, I need the mutton I’m a glutton You know I’m cooking a, POT PIG PIE