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Pig
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Pig was released on September 5, 2025 by Out of Line Music as a part of the album IO
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AlbumIO
Release DateSeptember 5, 2025
LabelOut of Line Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ten56.
ten56.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luka Rozaka
Luka Rozaka
Composer
Aaron Matts
Aaron Matts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin GRONNIER
Martin GRONNIER
Producer
Luka Rozaka
Luka Rozaka
Producer

Lyrics

Growing up, I really thought you were the shit
You my number one, but I was just your little bitch
I would have given everything just to be like you
Now I put on paper just how much I fucking hate you
It's kinda funny how our lives have turned out
I pray to God there's not a single mirror in your house
I'd hate for you to wake up in the morning just to see
The same piece of shit that made this family
Fucking fall apart
Meat head, no spine, no heart
Such a shame
I'm gonna die knowing that we share the same name
Kill yourself
Hang by your neck, bitch, farewell
Go to Hell
Go to Hell, go to Hell, go to Hell
Wish I could get to sleep but I keep praying for your death
Payback for the years that you spent messing with my head
Catch you on the street and I'll give you a little taste
Of how it feels to have your childhood innocence
Fucking ripped apart
No brains, pig swine, no heart
How's that sound
To hear you grew up to be nothing but a letdown?
Kill yourself
Say goodbye to your only fucking brain cell
Go to Hell
Go to Hell, go to Hell, go to Hell, bitch
[Instrumental]
Knife on your neck as you sleep, pure waste of oxygen
Don't breathe, don't breathe
I crush your face with a grin on mine
I wait impatiently for the day that you die
[Instrumental]
Mother, sorry
Father
(I) I
(Dream) Dream
(You) You
(Bleed) Bleed
(Please don't) Please don't
(Rest) Rest
(In) In
(Peace) Peace
Mother should've put you in the bin
Would've saved a whole lot of misery
Fuck, where do I begin?
You ain't never spat a true word, bitch
Lies, lies, lies since birth
Nothing could make me forget
The ways you fucked with my head
The only thing at your funeral
Will be empty fucking seats and your shattered skull
[Instrumental]
Kill yourself (Yourself)
Kill yourself (Yourself)
Go to Hell (To Hell)
Go to Hell
Written by: Aaron Matts, Luka Rozaka
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