[Verse 1]
Hotter than the border, cooler than the corpse
They call me Young Sole with that suicide voice
I'm a workhorse, rap is my glue
In this ghost-town it's always high noon
Bury my peers, without wasting ammo
And you don't wanna battle, emulate my hustle
I'm the Lawnmower Man fightn' asteroid turf
And I don't mind at all, my blade don't dull
My name rings bells and burns bridges
The industry hates me cuz I'm still eatin'
An amateur chef fucking with rare spices
Ain't had no fast food since I worked at McDonald's
Self made man, nobody gave me shit too
Except my addict father, thanks for the anger issues
Keep your friends close and the hate at bay
Don't be mad at me that bitterness will eat you alive
In middle school I read Animal Farm
And that's the real reason I had to pull out the card
When those words leave my mouth it's like a cold dagger
But this is my blood, and no one else's labor

[Hook]
Like a pig that can walk you are taller than me
But I can run away, or I can butcher you
Like a pig who can talk you say I am a fool
But I can eat you, because you're just a pig
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