Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, August 16, 2000) lyrics

[Intro: Crowd]
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!
f*ck the pig! f*ck the pig!

[Interlude: DJ Muggs | B-Real]
If you motherf*ckers are p*ssed off like I am about that sh*t, somebody start saying, B-Real, B-Real
What the f*ck are you looking at?
Break it down
What are you c*cksuckers looking at, huh?
You look like you got weed in your pocket
Well, I'm gonna tell you a story right now, if you don't mind
And if none of you like it, I'll f*cking beat the sh*t outta you
[Verse 1: B-Real]
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, I'm out, hit the ride
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car through L.A
Where you never know if you'll be makin' it home today
So many different attitudes that I come across
I'm hardened and scarred and I ain't feeling nobody's loss
Hookers, hustlers, killers and thieves out in 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 pumped inside my nerves
I got the urge to merge a bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
What a f*ckin' shame, I don't wanna live, paint the walls
With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all

[Chorus: B-Real | DJ Muggs]
Through the eye of the pig
Through the eye of the pig (This pig, that pig)
Through the eye of the pig (This pig, and that pig)
Through the eye of the pig (This pig, that pig)

[Verse 2: B-Real]
I've been on the force, over twenty years, and I can say
That I'm worse than some of these motherf*ckers 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 gangbangin'
Pieces of sh*t who should be on the f*ckin noose hangin'
These days you can't tell who's who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that an innocent young girl?
f*ck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong
I.A.'s 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
It's midnight, only have an hour left on my shift
Think I'll get my di*k sucked by this basehead b*tch
My marriage is all f*cked, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these f*ckin' divorce papers
I recall happier times before the fall
Lookin' through the eye of the pig, I see you all
[Chorus: B-Real | DJ Muggs]
Through the eye of the pig (This pig, that pig)
Through the eye of the pig (This pig, that pig)
Through the eye of the pig (That pig, and this pig)
Through the eye of the pig (You all look like some f*ckin' pigs)

[Interlude: B-Real | DJ Muggs | Crowd]
Let me ask you a question, pal
Hey, I'm talking to you (What?)
You got weed in your pocket?
(Motherf*ckin' right, so what?)
Alright, well, if you give me some, I won't bust your f*ckin' ass
How you like that?
You think I should beat his ass with this right now?
You're lucky, pal, there's a bunch of witnesses out here
(You know what, pig? Everybody say, "f*ck you, pig!") (f*ck you, pig!)
f*ck you, too!
Now, I'm gonna continue my story, and if you don't like it, f*ck you
'Cause I'll run all your asses in tonight

[Verse 3: B-Real]
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
Lookin' through the eye of the pig, I'm all f*cked
No longer can I determine who's the criminal
From the innocent man down to the pedophile
No one gives a f*ck about me, I'm slippin' into darkness
I'm comin' to grips and feelin' heartless
What's this? A dark green truck, tinted windows
Dually modified, probably a drug dealer inside
"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out of the ignition
Get your hands out the window in the get 'em high position
Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your f*ckin' head off
Tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullsh*t, I've heard about your raps
All you talkin' about is slangin' and shootin' off your crap
Okay, Mr. B-Real, get the f*ck out of the truck
I love it how you f*ckin' rappers think you're so tough
Get on the floor, don't need no probable cause
You got a big sack of coke in your truck, so take a pause
You find it funny? Get that smile off your face
I'll beat your ass"
[Chorus: B-Real | DJ Muggs]
Through the eye of the pig (This pig, and that pig)
Through the eye of the pig (She's a pig, and he's a pig)
Through the eye of the pig
(I know you're a pig, look at that haircut)
Through the eye of the pig (Soo-wee, soo-wee, soo-wee)

[Outro: B-Real]
I got my eye on you motherf*ckers
You, too
That felt ugly, but this is gonna feel real good right here