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Cypress Hill lyrics : "Looking Through the Eye of a Pig"

[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 $#&@in 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 mother$#&@ers 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 %#@! who should be on the $#&@in news hangin
These days you can't tell who's-who in the world
Is that a !@^%, or is that, an innocent young girl?

$#&@, 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 (*##$
My marriage is all !#@*ED, my wife is with the neighbors

Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these $#&@in 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 $#&@ed
No longer can I determine, who's the criminal
from the innocent man down, to the pedophile

No one gives a $#&@ 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 $#&@in head off
Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bull%#@!, I've heard about your raps

All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps
OK, Mr. Freeload, get the !#@* out of the truck
I love it how all you $#&@in rappers think it's so funny

Hit the !#@*IN floor, I need no probable cause
You got a big sack of !@%!e in your truck (what?) so take a pause
You find it funny? Get that smile off your face

Mother$#&@er take this

[beatdown ensues as words fade]

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