Mud on me feeling filthy 

Gonna go hunt some piggies 

Feel the spine snap like its some string cheese 

Denominations come in nothing under the 50’s

Im Fine with death row just make it swift please

This lady showed my future but just a quick peek

No surprise im still the H. coupled up with the O.G

Catch me in the cornfield with herb in my stogie

Father of the family gabagool like i'm tony 

I'm lonely,  the hog mask is so yall dont know me 

remember the days of walking way with no trophies 

Oh please, now my stacks tall as my dome piece  

My chrome piece is often dispatched on the police


You can find me in the back with the ribe eye and porkchops

Hogfathr hostin supper come to dine or not 

plans be takin months of malevolent forethought 

Put the drill bit to your head and leave it red hot 

They tried medicate me cuz they heard i can't stop 

I'm not angry at all      bitch i just want to talk

Catch me burning bridges same way that i'm burnin crop

Hog taking over my thoughts and i cant turn it off 

swear to hog the money trough will be thick like a wicked plot 

Mud pit full of bones now my foes have turned to dust

Mudpit

Run it up, sum it up, sun is up, 

I got a bong because fuck the cup

I aint a runnerup, 

 When they see me they get so cold that they need to huddle up 

If you keep playing games then you get uppercut

Up, down, left, up, right, right 

then i get doubled up

So then i double down 

You shouldnt fuck around

I don't need nobody cuz all my people down


Sometimes i get odd so i gotta even out 

don't call me down and out 

I'll always be around

I've always been around 

It ain’t 1949 but I’m killin krauts 

Tearing ship up like the rocks at the lighthouse 

Pussy got beer in a cup not in my house

Ima stay smoking my weed cuz it’s nice out 

Pulled out my pack at the library too loud


chillin with the bats so much they call me Bruce now

Used to count 20s but all my stacks are blue now

Wish I could tell ya but I don’t have no clue how

I Hate crackheads so I blew up the trap house

It’s a form of rehabilitation if you think about it

bitches like Saturn the way they form a ring around me 

It’s Thursday today I’m getting payed its the only thing keeping the rage at bay 

Stay away 

Chalkline trace your face got flayed keep pace or you may just end up maced

Notre dame the way i'm leaving flames im a rabid hound bitch i cant be caged 

Got you looking for the camera this shit aint staged 

Theyll find your disembodied arm buried up in maine


Hop out at function then i am gone stomp him 

Left that pussy on some fucking joe swanson

How can you hear this and not get to moshin

grab the closest table please fuckin toss it

Look at the line and the pussies who crossed it 

I just be mossin till im accosting might grab a hostage 

Its just an option that my brain prompted 

Now his brain stomped in 

If you around me take caution

I do not wanna hear the petty gossip 

I just want to leave the hoe pussy frothing 

With a machete i'm turning your guts to confetti

If i was a squirrel id have nuts by the plenty 

Yall gonna be under my rule for a centry
 
Cobble castle with 50 cal extensions

combo frenzy [prod svgntr x dj burnaphone x proxi War]

crashland in willimantic [prod savage nature]

Do a pull up, and if you cant then get to it.

The Pull Up - prod proxiwar x $trangelove

Feelin like a messianic pre medonna  

I just keep on addin commas

Amen then I’m aim in on ya

bitch I ain’t no Dali llama

forty thieves like Ali baba 

And they caught ya so I oughta toss ya into sodom on a spot a 
lava awesome 

rehearsing my verse in the hearse and cursing the sermon I’m 

certain hurtin the purpose unpurpose curtains couldn’t hide me 

Bitch I’m out in Vernon lurkin lookin like a tyrant 

Poseidon with the trident 

Icarus is flying 

Listen Icarus’s ambitions got hit by lighting 

visions of rigor mortis doesn’t it sound inviting  

I don’t take it lightly 

If that isn’t frighting 

You’re just a vessel for perpetual unalignment 


You into medication I’d rather be meditating 

Or decimating and desecrating 

till there ain’t no restoration 

disrespect is blatant you latent when I be pullin up 


Bitch like I could Give a fuck 

I’m was tryna get enough 

Now I’m getting twice as much

Royal flush I never needa bluff

leave ya crushed like a giant In the dust

bitch I’m frying just because 

I feel like I’m on the cusp

Trust im bein honest 

Pull up to the scene speakin adamic

Grenada like salad how I tossed it 

Gsg the moshpit 

Monster I’m the lochness 

Put you in a box filled it with rocks and then I dropped it 

Caucus meeting of the beings that be seething at the rawness 

That the hog is 

often caught in

Money troughin 

Runnin in n outta options 

Listen I’m glistening my wrist then going to Hoffmanns

Daedalus Labyrinth - Prod Savage Nature

KINGSLAYER - HOG FATHR X SPICY BOI MALDI PROD SVGNTR

Loin

lyriks: 

Hog, Hog, Hog ona crawl

Y’all be livin at the mall 

while Im staring at the wall

Hog, hog, hog, hog, 

In the shop on the doosan 

Lookin at the clock 

All the ice make me feel like I’m sippin on the rocks 

Gotta stop if it gettin old 

Never fold even if there’s ten or moe 

Something I just can’t let go 

spinn em ona spit n roast 

Savage double teamin like a Pick and roll 

Make it look real classy this one going out to Sonya Massey 

Didn’t need a reason they just got into harassing 

Pot a boiling water enough to get them to blasting 

What the fuck is that shit, maybe its time for a lil action 

What would happen if i get blasting, all these boot licking 
maggots, could you imagine, 

It’s ironic, the thought wouldn’t even pop In to they thick skulls 

simple, Take away they utility belt you’re looking nimble 

Hog, Hog fuck that shit im bouta ball 

Got the armor ima call, goin through money withdrawals, 

Hog, hog, hog, 

When I’m runnin ina swamp, in the mud, wit a pump, I’ma jump 

Its the butcher, cleaver gone leave em wit sutures 

Bitch i been writing these eulogies I’ve almost got to the footer

And I’m on top a the bodies, cuz it’s just bodies on bodies 

But I’m done talking about it, 

Pd is awfully crowded 

So I guess the hog roundin

Then he whippin downtown

N be Throwing pounds all around him

King I just need krown Vic 

Got the place it’s surrounded 

N Bursting flames i walk out it

All you pussy pd mothafuckas really doubting on the

Hog, hog, hog, on the trough 

Gotta guard it from the hawks 

betta watch the way you talk

Hog, hog, hog, hog 

Getting €£*<£>¥+///@#$@

10-4our (prod @svgntr)

gotdabag - prod svgntr x hog

.prod @svgntr

lyrics:
alla y’all wack, this an attack, hop out tha truck wit a brick ona gas 
hittin ah buck nd I’m grabbin da bag 
dumping the rest of it into the trash.
hey
Last at Mass, 
nd im amassing massive racks 
Im an assassin at da craft
Hog gotta package open dat 
Rock auto, black shirt, burnin fossil
Buck 50 bumpin like I hit ah pothole 
Assesin the fuel injection
affecting the coolant guessing 
next time I turn the key I might jus pop smoke. 
XLT ON JBL 
L.L BEAN wit BABYBELL
Lil Bo Peep, be countin sheep
I can’t be sleep the hog prevail 
Under the vail, longer the trail, paler then pale, hog 
X2

rockauto

.prod @svgntr

lyrics:
In tha cold weather put em down no old yeller
Feelin like a go getter, grow cheddar, bitch know ima dough spender 
Chose Splendor, bitch I’m pullin up into the scene look like the dope vender, 
Gotta get the sandbags in the bed jusso it roll better
veteran at the guerrilla 
 
Been livin in villas n I’m onat
Militant when I be peelin in but I ain’t feelin it then I be kneeling in blood 
Do it then done, smashin they skulls till I’m thinkin that they be sufficiently dumb
Hit em enough, ima legitimate sickening ignorant pig that been sipping then ripping it up 
Climbing the ladder ma pocket look fatter
but none of it matter 
It’s Abracadabra you is a cadaver 
I feel like Houdini and I got some daggers 
You see me and I’m ona run up a muck with the truck 
Hog isn’t givin no fucks 
I just be summing all of ma funds
Get a bag make a run to the dump 
Bitch, Get a rag then I’m cleanin it up 
Bitch, checkered flags how I’m doing a hundred 
set a tax know that I be deducting 
Fuck it, hog at the function
In the new buskin, 
look like a husk and I get to dustin, 
You is disgusting, I ain’t discussin 
all of these bitches be makin assumptions, 
Now im tossin you up into the dungeon, 
Ay, lasso on em, on they wrist
Got the horses for the quarter twisting like some liquorish
When they done spinning you’ll be sitting and spittin gibberish 
Plannin meticulous I figured it when livin up in the cold weather 
put em down no old yeller
Feelin like a go getter, grow cheddar, bitch know ima dough spender 
Chose Splendor, bitch I’m pullin up into the scene look like the dope vender, 
Gotta get the sandbags in the bed jusso it roll better
veteran at the guerrilla 
 
Been livin in villas n I’m on that 
Militant when I be peelin in but I ain’t feelin it then I be kneeling in blood 
Do it then done, smashin they skulls till I’m thinkin that they be sufficiently dumb
Hit em enough, ima legitimate sickening ignorant pig that been sipping then ripping it 

Nothing be riveting until I’m visiting, marchin in ima ona mission and I got a vision 
Bitch I’m bouta get it 
ain’t talkin bout lettuce, I don’t gotta sweat it, 
       
Fuck yo amenities, bitch you my enemy 
Less is just plenty go get an affinity 
Less you’ll lye in the infinite insanity 
Damnin these people committing calamity
Ugh
Oh the humanity, 
hog a new man and he 
plantin a famine on em for eternity 
cuttin it up in the truck like a surgery 
Bitch I been doin it nothing but urgently 
Turn and see hog make a pussy go burgundy 
Y’all are gonna needa couple mo tourniquetes
Hog like a serpent I’m 
Seein the throne And then ima usurp it 
Endin the show gotta Close all the curtains 
Certain, hop in a truck ima swerve it 
Turnin, bitch i got rubber that’s burning 
Up in the dirt and then down in the garden 
Started Prepping the Harvest 
Hog gotta barn and it’s heavily guarded
I’m onna tarnish alla the artists 
lookin at em all I’m seein is targets 
Ugh

sandbags

.prod @svgntr

lyrics:
take a white shirt make it black like the chain 
But the paint on the thang, It just be lookin the same 
I wouldn’t want any praise 
I’m Just tryna take some lemons n make me a lemonade
I’m Whippin in to the grave uh 
Slave up, how I’m gettin money you could tell it from the paystub 
Chain em, to the tow hitch on the bank run
putta a mothafucka in the bed if they say
sumn 
Got em hog tied while they watch me get the grave dug 
less I’m moving in silence I let ya know in flagrance 
Doing it, I’m moving without any hesitation 
A-10 hog is whippin wit outta maintenance 
save it, yeah you got the faintest clue 
4.6 bitch whatchu bouta do 
You know I be commin through, 
n I’m always running true 
I be Givin a couple knuckles I’m aiming for the tooth 
Been enough about the struggles bitch I only see the proof 
Poof like a magician hit it, hog got all em disappearin, clearer than a mirror, it a appears that my premonition, never misses 
imminent n omniscient, now get the message, reverend severing forever thats never endin is it?
Holup, Ima visit ina minute, got my tires steady spinnin, like a fan up ona ceiling, 
it’s a feeling n you really can’t seem to understand 
Cuz I Got it Paid in cash full, bitch you gettin grants 
you know I’m an asshole, but atleast I got some plans 
Ham Bashin alla tadpoles, wit a pan
Stay frying, got a tire iron, I admire, you’re in  dire needa learnin bout some ramifications 
Ain’t been complacent, I’ma be gainin, until the way paved in, what is that scraping?
Done with my banking, Bitch it’s the truck with the mufuckin chain link, it’s barely hanging ugh

towhitch

.Prod @svgntr x hog 

lyrics: 

Hog leave the party crashed 

Nd there ain’t no commin back 

trash in the bag gonna take it to tha landfill 

big bully on the track stompin out the anthills

crafting on sumn soundin like striking ona anvil 

blacksmith, look at em like practice, 

safe in the closet but the money in ma mattress 

Bringin more in the fortress, fuck yo importance

Hog be the boar, movin towards your coordinates

Swine, walkin onat line, 

outta reach, then I’m gone climb. 

never find me ina bind 

shinin till I’ll leave em blind 

hog can’t do it then that shit must be a sign

Hogfathr but you ain no son of mine 


Hog Fathr

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