flintstone, and I wanna be fred flin-t-s-t-o-n-e. WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL MMMMMMMMMAAAAAA! -------------------------------------E N D------------------------------------ Latest releases from SLT: ------------------------- Three little pigs
The three little pigs have done built up their homes And the wolf has been chased from the door And little Bo Peep has done found all her sheep And now
Line. See po' 'Rithmethic, the crippled dog run. He puts down three and he carries the one. And Deacon Snitch paintin' pants on the thighs Of the little naked pigs
little birdies in the trees Bright yellow beaks and pinky knees Eleven chicks hatching Eleven cats scratching Eleven's the number for me Eleven ducklings quacking (quack-quack-quack) Eleven pigs
scene changes to three chickens behind some chicken-wire. They stop pecking in the hay and look up as a number three with little silver wings flies in
a team Drove a little bit further, saw mafia for life Without a doubt everything was tight But they gotta watch out for the King 'Cause I can make my sixty-three sing No pigs
in my neighborhood That's why I hate them motherfuckers Verse Three: MC Ren I said fuck the police but with a little more force And maybe now I get
remember December of 88', blue boys hit the cut was To late to break, Had to swallow three stones tossed My Chrome in the bushes, seven dirty pigs jackin' up Three
battling AIDS isn't enjoyable There's something about goth girls in short skirts I find delectable So come back to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon wearing three
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth
C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's And every
dammit boy, pay attention Try it again, little bit more juice this time Try it again, yeah a little bit more elbow grease this time Try it again, concentrate, a little
Two gameshow announcers meet on the street Hi Bob, how are you? Just fine Bill. But I see you have put on a little weight, ever since you got your
Snooooooooooop Snooooooooooop Chorus: When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot (x3) When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot
of the big bad wolf Tra la la la la Long ago there were three pigs Little handsome piggy wigs For the big, bad the very big, very bad wolf They did not give three
Pinocchio And you all know how the story go Tricks are for kids he plays much gigs He's a big bad wolf and you're the three pigs He's a big bad wolf
bout pass the doobie and the toolie Got your raps and your gat pointed at yours truly Talking 'bout you gonna school me, who me? Here's a little jewel
many... Listen you little slut... What is the reason for these hearings... Sex! Bondage! Listen you little slut! Listen you little slut! Mixture of drugs