Us and Pigs

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, mmm
 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?
 Oh-oh, mmm-mmm, mm-mm, mmm-mmm
 Mm-mm, mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm
 Mmm-mmm, mm-mm, mmm-mmm
 Mm-mm, mmm-mmm, mm-mm-mm
 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?
 Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
 Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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 So, burn the witch alive, drink our dirty water
 Be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter
 Your mistress gets a pass 'cause 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