Karaoké Us and Pigs SOFIA ISELLA

I ate dinner with beasts

Crinkled hands and red cheeks

Lookin' at my body like it's food

And your breath smells like bacon

You ask

What's the special occasion like I dress and dance just for you

Our women are cattle

There's blood on our kids

Are you bein' paid to not pay attention

Does it have to happen to your mother to your sister or your daughter

For you to take it personal

Ho oh oh oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Mmh mmh mmh mmh mmh

Mmh mmh mmh mmh

Mmh mmh mmh mmh

So pump us full of sperm

Put us in a barn

Us and pigs on a Mississippi farm

In nine months we'll have a kid you won't care about

And if the kid's not straight white and male we guarantee a livin' hell

Murder in the name of a lovin' God

Our women are cattle

There's blood on our kids

Are you bein' paid to not pay attention

Does it have to happen to your mother to your sister or your daughter

For you to take it personal

Hah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Hah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

So burn the witch alive

Drink our dirty water

Be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter

Your mistress gets a pass 'cos your wife can't find out

I guess we were just bein' a little loud

Shut us up and put apples in our mouth

But pull your own daughter out from the lineup