Us and Pigs

I ate dinner with beasts, crinkled hands and red cheeks Looking at my body like it's food And your breath smells like bacon You ask, "What's the special occasion?" Like I dress and dance just for you Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids Are you being paid to not pay attention? Does it have to happen to your mother, to your sister or your daughter For you to take it personal? So pump us full of sperm, put us in a barn Us and pigs on a Mississippi farm In nine months we'll have a kid you won't care about And if the kids not straight, white, and male We guarantee a living hell Murder in the name of a loving god Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids Are you being paid to not pay attention? Does it have to happen to your mother, to your sister or your daughter For you to take it personal? So burn the witch alive, drink our dirty water Be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter Your mistress gets a pass, 'cause your wife can't find out I guess we were just being a little loud Shut us up and put apples in our mouth But pull your own daughter out from the lineup