Magic Pig Detective

Low soul in a manic Feels so only queen A deep tripe for a wander aimless Just fakes his green 'Cuz I say no you're mine And I'm no only nine feed You got a cross confusin' my ages Not yet more me 'Cuz I say, you're in a ready Bleach-hearted boy wretched voice indeed A prosthetic you waitin' to destroy Two sides to Dylan's haw hee Feelin' like a cemetary Karpick a what is in me? A drill a sin try to kill it I sit on a quire haw hee Gettin' like a titty single only A bottom make a cell it's time to bleed Tee, la-la hee-hee Pig try to give it to you Killin' like a hundred an fifteen in Feed Birmingham