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"...Boulevard, [garbled] in the building next to the location. Suspects 
are seen climbing out of both windows. Male hispanic, and a possible male 
black. They have their vehic' er van parked outside..." 
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood 
Well this pig worked at the station 
This pig he killed my Homeboy 
So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation 
This pig he is the chief 
Got a brother pig Captain O'Malley 
He's got a son that's a pig too 
He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley 
This pig is known as a Narco 
If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be 
This pig he's a fuckin' fag 
So all his homepigs they call him a pussy 
Well this pig he's really cool 
So in this class we know he rides all alone 
Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts 
While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home 
This pig he's a big punk 
And I know that he can't stand the sight of me 
'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart 
And when ya tell 'em that you're a group from society 
This pig works for the mafia 
Makin' some money off crack 
But this little pig got caught 
So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back 
'Cause once he gets to the Pen 
They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest 
To protect him from some mad nigga 
Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest 
An' it's all about breakin' off sausage 
Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine? 
Niggas wanna do him in the ass 
Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line 
That fuckin' pig 
Look what he got himself into 
Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta this little punk 
Anybody like pork-chops? 
How 'bout a ham sandwich? 
How 'bout a ham sandwich?