A pig is any of the animals in the genus Sus, within the Suidae family of even-toed ungulates. Pigs include the domestic pig, its ancestor the wild boar, and several other wild relatives. Pigs are omnivores and are highly social and intelligent animals.[citation needed]
A typical pig has a large head with a long snout which is strengthened by a special prenasal bone and by a disk of cartilage at the tip. The snout is used to dig into the soil to find food and is a very acute sense organ. There are four hoofed toes on each foot, with the two larger central toes bearing most of the weight, but the outer two also being used in soft ground.
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With around 1 billion individuals alive at any time, the domesticated pig is one of the most numerous large mammals on the planet.
Ian Matthias Bavitz (born June 5, 1976), better known by his stage name Aesop Rock, is an American hip hop artist and producer. He was at the forefront of the new wave of underground and alternative hip hop acts that emerged during the late 1990s and early 2000s (decade). He was signed to El-P's Definitive Jux label until it went on hiatus in 2010. The music site betterPropaganda ranked him at number 19 at the Top 100 Artists of the Decade. He is a member of the groups The Weathermen, Hail Mary Mallon (with Rob Sonic & DJ Big Wiz), and Two Of Every Animal (with Cage). Regarding his name, he said: "I acquired the name Aesop from a movie I had acted in with some friends. It was my character's name and it sort of stuck. The rock part came later just from throwing it in rhymes."
Bavitz was born at Syosset Hospital in Syosset, New York and raised in Northport, Long Island, New York to his father Paul and mother Jameija. Ian has two brothers: Chris (born 1975) and Graham (born 1977). Ian, along with his siblings, was raised Catholic but later on in his life became agnostic. Bavitz attended Northport High School in 1990 and graduated in 1994. He married Allyson Baker, guitarist and vocalist of rock band Dirty Ghosts in 2005. They now reside in San Francisco, California. The couple has now since divorced.
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood,
Well this pig worked at the station.
This pig he killed my Homeboy,
So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation.
This pig he is the chief,
Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley.
He's got a son that'a a pig too,
He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley.
This pig is known as a Narco,
If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be.
This pig he's a fuckin' fag,
So all his homepigs they call him a pussy.
Well this pig he's really cool,
So in this class we know he rides all alone.
Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts,
While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home.
This pig he's a big punk,
And I know that he can't stand the sight of me.
'Cos pigs don't like it when ya act smart,
And when ya tell 'em that your a group from society.
This pig works for the mafia,
Makin' some money off crack.
But this little pig got caught,
So when he gets to the Pen it's all about the pay-back.
'Cos once he gets to the Pen,
They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest.
To protect him from some mad nigga,
Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest.
An' it's all about breakin' off sausage,
Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine
Niggas wanna do him in the ass,
Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line.
That fuckin' pig.
Look what he got himself into.
Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta the little punk.
Anybody like pork-chops
How 'bout a ham sandwich
How 'bout a ham sandwich
[Verse 1:]
Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer's
Market
All God's critters hold positions
Some are violent, some are victims
Each alive is an equal and vital piston I support
So when the piranhas honor New York
My daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with
open wings
It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs
The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y'all aim for
The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
Two-track braniac using the food and payroll
To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso
And place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when
convenient
As the bourbon-odor smokers' coughs smolder off the
Cohiba
If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
He could've snatched two unicorns and left behind the
motherfucking...
[Chorus:]
Pigs!
God damn... pigs!
Potbelly... pigs!
Punch-drunk... pigs!
Take money, money... pigs!
Loudmouth... pigs!
Wide load... pigs!
Let's make a deal...
[Verse 2:]
When all the wolves in woolly wigs
Have huffed, and puffed, and blew the bricks
The skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs
Will rain on Fulton's newest kicks
As mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the
gruesomeness
We pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in
unison
I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you
sacrificed
No pagan or sacrilege, just bacon for scavengers
I will gladly seat you with the chickens, not the
passengers
Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice
Never that, Wilburs multiply quicker than triples
And hunt their truffles in fistfuls, but it was all
bells and whistles
Bougie this and Bougie that...
War pig or pussy cat...
Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf the booby
traps
Powder-pink, double-breasted, mess of mud and money
Waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle
And while I don't really know the working details of
your tribes
I know that that's one ugly fucking tie
[Chorus:]
Asshole... pigs!
God damn... pigs!
Potbelly... pigs!
Punch-drunk... pigs!
Take money, money... pigs!
Loudmouth... pigs!
Wide load... pigs!
Let's make a deal...
[Verse 3:]
Apple in his mouth, Maraschino eyes
Party like the butcher boy's cleaver is alive
I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter
To see the county fair's blue ribbon winner as dinner
Then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in
the morning
As the misery was dormant and digging in crispy
portions
Corporates fund, allure 'em, and they whore 'em
Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more
important forums for 'em?
Push the mortar pestle past the ordinary orchard
When the frilly border's faded is the product mine or
yours, pig?
Mine, plus I toss a token where I go:
Directly to the worms who shovel shit and yellow snow
This little piggy went to the market with a target
And will subsequently know the armor-piercing forks of
farmers
Final words for the finer birds taking notes:
I dig a chicken pig tills, "That's all Folks!"
[Chorus:]
Pigs!
God damn... pigs!
Potbelly... pigs!
Punch-drunk... pigs!
Take money, money... pigs!
Loudmouth... pigs!
Wide load... pigs!
Let's make a deal...
Deliver me from pub acceptance,
Deliver me from teenage angst.
Deliver me from the seas, the races,
Of what should be a...
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.
Deliver me from one, two, three, four,
Deliver me from formula.
Deliver me from raped existence,
Dismissing all the sounds I love.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.
Slipping slipper, down.
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Deliver me from seven inches,
That pay the dues of prefab bitches.
Deliver me from indie cred,
Deliver me 'cause punk rock's dead.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.
Another mutha fuckin' pig, talkin' shit, tryin' to teach me a
Lesson
Another fuckin' point about the way i'm dressin'
Baggy pants, baggy shirt, long hair, so what
I don't give a fuck what you think, keep your mouth shut
I don't wanna hear what the fuck you gotta say
Do it like this, you gotta do it my way
Bullshit, i'm not a clone, i'm just an individual, yeah, imagine
That
It's a muthafuckin' miracle
Look into the eyes of a killer man, look into the eyes of a pig
Look into the eyes of a killer man, slam, damn boy, i wish you
I look to the east and the west side, try to run, try to run
But you can't hide from everyone of your fuckin' harrassments
One more pig just got that ass kicked
I got some news for the boys in blue
They best not fuck with the wicked crew
Throwin' down on pigs and i'm never gonna confess
Give it up, give it up, i'm getting buck wild, yes
Look into the eyes of a killer man, look into the eyes of a pig
Look into the eyes of a killer man, slam, damn boy, i wish you
Here i come, i got to get wicked
Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang
I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names
I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same
Fuck...hated by everyone, that's the way it seems
I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem
I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone
Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team
Depression on the stalk again
My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough
Whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck
Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again
I brought that on myself, see I should know my place
But not at lunchtime, see
I know better then to show my face around them
But the day I do it will be everywhere
When I share these feelings finally they gon' fucking care
Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots
Crash a couple-
Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers
Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus
It's us, nigga
I said it's us, nigga
Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you
Was when i... "uh" with all them burners, you
Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you
Well im gonna burst your bubble two times if you dont mind umm
"Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and thats Tyler
And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats!
Don't start asking whats packin in these trench coats!
But just know if you start acting im grabbin for these trench coats!
My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag
I'll light a fire up in his ass
And recently them assholes that be fuckin with me in class
So I'mma keep them motherfuckers there and make sure they pass, huh
My prom date, she distance my offer
So I'mma --- and toss her in the principles office
Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend? (Yeah but my parents-) Oh don't worry you will probably never see them again
Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots
Crash a couple-
Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers
Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus
It's us, nigga
I said it's us, nigga
Bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum
Bum. bum. bum. burumrumrumrum bum bum bum
Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe
We are the Sams, and we're dead its just four of us
We come in peace we mean no harm and we're inglorious
We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us
I guess we lost ours
Music had nothing to do with my final decision
I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention
But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had
Since I was a kid but I'm growing up so they missin'
I didn't mean to hurt anybody I'm sorry
I wouldn't hurt a fly or consider joining the army
I'm hardly ever angry, Roger Rabbit framed me
Momma I'm the same fucking kid that you made see?
I don't wanna go to jail I just wanna go home
And I want those fucking kids at school to just leave me alone
And I... I hear helicopters make them dip
I'm fucking reloaded I told you all that I ain't takin shit
You better backup before this Mac starts to lift up
I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up
The difference between us and our class is tan khakis
{Rep rep reprive
Rep rep reprive, what?
Rep rep reprive}
Another mutha fuckin' pig talkin' shit tryin' to teach me a lesson
Another fuckin' point about the way I'm dressin'
Baggy pants, baggy shirt, long hair so what
(What?)
I don't give a fuck what you think, keep your mouth shut
(Shut)
I don't wanna hear what the fuck you gotta say
Do it like this, you gotta do it my way
Bullshit, I'm not a clone, I'm a fucking individual, yeah, imagine that
It's a muthafuckin' miracle
Look into the eyes of a killer man, look into the eyes of a pig
Look into the eyes of a killer man, slam, damn boy, I wish you did
Look into the eyes of a killer man, look into the eyes of a pig
Look into the eyes of a killer man, slam, damn boy, I wish you did
I look to the east and the west side, try to run, try to run
But you can't hide from everyone of your fuckin' harassments
One more pig just got that ass kicked
I got the news from the boys in blue
They best not fuck with the wicked crew
Throwin' down on pigs and I'm never gonna confess
Give it up, give it up, I'm getting buck wild, yes
Look into the eyes of a killer man, look into the eyes of a pig
Look into the eyes of a killer man, slam, damn boy, I wish you did
Look into the eyes of a killer man, look into the eyes of a pig
Look into the eyes of a killer man, slam, damn boy, I wish you did
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Here I come, I got to get wicked
Fucked up bitch , talkin' shit, tryin' to teach me a lesson
Another fuckin' point about the way I'm dressin'
Baggy pants, baggy shirt, long hair, so what
I don't give a fuck what you think, keep your mouth shut
I don't wanna hear what the fuck you gotta say
Do it like this, you gotta do it my way
Bullshit, I'm not a clone, I'm fucking individual, yeah, imagine that
It's a muthafuckin' miracle
Look into the eyes of a killer man, look into the eyes of a pig
Look into the eyes of a killer man, slam, damn boy, I wish you did
Look into the eyes of a killer man, look into the eyes of a pig
Look into the eyes of a killer man, slam, damn boy, I wish you did
Set' em loose, set' em loose , set the pigs loose
Set' em loose, set' em loose , set the pigs loose
Set' em loose, set' em loose , set the pigs loose
Set' em loose, set' em loose , set the pigs loose
Set' em loose, set' em loose , set the pigs loose
Set' em loose, set' em loose , set the pigs loose
Lyin' down below the trash in 13th Avenue
Billy's hangin' out with cool 'bout to learn a thing or two
Gettin' high, no gettin' by, the price to take this ride
Like some street messiah sellin' peace, I bought in a vial
Why say what you mean?
Why stand for your dream?
They try to deny you, they lie and they cheat
With gold chains they bind you, these pigs at your feet
It's easy come and easy go
Dollar signs, white collar crime, the wicked seeds they sow
Wallow in the shallow mud of insincerity
Rooting with those pigs in shit, they're sordid company
Why say what you mean?
Why stand for your dream?
They try to deny you, they lie and they cheat
With gold chains they bind you, these pigs at your feet
They tear out the pages of names you can't read
Inside gilded cages lie pigs at your feet
They try to deny you, they lie and they cheat
With gold chains they bind you, these pigs at your feet
They tear out the pages of names you can't read
Inside gilded cages lie pigs at your feet
Lie the pigs at your feet
Lie the pigs in the street
If I could
Only be like
The world
Is wide
The guns would
Only be toys
To learn by
We've been
Breaking bottles
‘Cause we like
Glass in out feet
We've been
Lusting diamonds
Cause our
Best friends
Are asleep
If I could only
Be twenty-five
Feet high
You could
Live on me
Have somewhere
To hide
We've been
Chrushing desires
‘Cause there's
No ice for our drinks
We've been
Lighting fires
‘Cause it's
Darker than we think
We've been
Squashing spiders
‘Cause we're
Afraid of ourselves
Trapping flies
In this web we weave
Or am I only
This pig, that pig, i could swear their all the same. Run a mock with the swell, chew on fat and marrow. Their bringing us down, 'coz they've been around they think they run this town. Viva la revolution, cut your hamstrings loosen, run. Father rushes up to the sizzleing smoke, pickles the hearts that make us choke, squeal pig squeal, squeal pig squeal, squeal pig squeal ah...