CYPRESS HILL - Looking Through the Eye of a Pig lyrics

rate me

[B-Real]

I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye

Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried

I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay

Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today

So many different attitudes, that I come across

I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost

Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets

Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat

Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it

Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated

Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie

Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why

don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge

to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain

What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall

with the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all

The eye of the pig

[DJ Muggs cuts and scratches] 'This pig' from _Pigs_

I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say

that I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away

I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law

Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all

Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin

Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin

These days you can't tell who's-who in the world

Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?

Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off

At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong

I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy

for takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy

That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other

We went through the academy, just like frat brothers

Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift

Think I'll get my dick SUCKED by this basshead bitch

My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors

Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers

I recall, happier times, before the fall

Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all

[long interlude]

Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out

So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about

my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt

Look into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked

No longer can I determine, who's the criminal

from the innocent man down, to the pedophile

No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin

into darkness, I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless

Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows

Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside

"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out.."

.. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position

Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin head off

Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off

Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps

All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps

OK, Mr. Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck

I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny

Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause

You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause

You find it funny? Get that smile off your face

Motherfucker take this

[beatdown ensues as words fade]