Lyrical Breakdown of Pigs - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pigs" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pigs" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Cypress Hill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Cypress Hill's narrative.

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'...Boulevard, (garbled) in the building next to the location.

Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows. Male hispanic,

And a possible male

Black. They have their vehic' er van parked outside...'

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's 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

'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart

And when ya tell 'em that you're 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

'Cause 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 this little punk

Anybody like pork-chops?

How 'bout a ham sandwich?