They comin' into people's homes, killin' with no justification Killin' families of all color, pigs are gettin' away with murder, y'all Ayy, I got somethin' to say, 6-Play This porkchop and bacon, that we thankin' real hard lately They gettin' away with murder like no expedite, it don't came in I put the *** in name, it's *** up police They takin' any life a different color, ridin' undercover on date Circumstances accentuating, excuse to keep on fakin' When they do get caught up, it's the job they always blame They keep runnin' the streets, while they rappers stay speakin' clean Cause they have a license to kill, let's pull they L's, don't let em breathe Don't be scared and please don't don't remember Eric Garner gettin' choked Chippin' and shakin' on that payment, they no longer on payroll And they will not get away, or else there will be hell to pay This time we gon' be the farmers, ayy little piggy come get the bait Mrs. Little Piggy, Mr. Toot, this is just for you *** the glitter, pay the badges, rice is NSA too This is for you sergeants, and you see I'm stretched in white and blue All you law enforcement burned in hell, that's what you need to do Time for you to beg for forgiveness, from all your smoke, bein' so relentless Had to kill little Travion, by fake police, step by citizen Don't forget about Red Dress, with red apparel, he drug dealin' Just a regular college student, he was gang bangin' what they was thinkin' No drugs, no gun, clean sheet, havin' fun They excused, he reached for somethin', tried to justify like he had it comin' Can't forget about Michael Brown, had his hands up and they still dumpin' What about that trophy roll with a wallet pistol, they unloaded Laughed about it, makin' jokes too, and they still free with they service tools Poppin' dollar got hit too, 300 rounds in the car Ooh, I'm overheated to the boiling point, I wanna make a spill, I wanna make a moin' Gotta use our brains first, and if that don't work, you know what'll work Mrs. Little Piggy, Mr. Toot, this is just for you *** the glitter, play the badges, Rice is in and say too This is for you, sergeants, and you see him, stretched in white and blue All you law enforcement runnin' here, that's what you need to do Jeremy Morris, six years old, think he the youngest, killed by the pole Strapped up to that seatbelt, with five shots to the chest, cold More deck than that paddy wagon, said somethin' real Like seein' dragons, like, dude, hittin' that backyard Brought daylight with the cameras on, throwin' someone all dust Be poetic, and we start bustin', look at this Young, he was two, but that badge got to think that you could do Anything and everything, I'm here to say, Pig, *** you My words make him go physical, it's time to make you extendable Active, active, with my cousin, paralyzed, no love From me or the families, head close to home or to get the meat Analyze some of the white stuff, like cold things, pink carpet dust See this gettin' so damn exhausting, can barely breathe, but I can't pause it I gotta make it, Piggy really understand We can write it up with no kickstand Protest and make new laws, make all piggies regret that dog Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch You're a little bitch Mrs. Nickel, Piggy, Mr. Two, this is just for you *** the glitter, pay the badge, the spices in and say two This is for you sergeants and you CEOs dressed in white and blue All you law enforcement burnin' him, that's what you need to do My condolences to the families who lost a loved one to these terrorizers They are street terrorists If we don't come together as one, we will fall as individuals I love y'all, one