Swiney Swiney Monie Love

Brotha, Brotha I ran in the house screamin’
“What’s that you got in the pot steamin’?”
He looked up, I looked up
He said “Pork”
I said “What?”
He said “Lump it, if you don’t like it. I don’t give a what!”
What we gonna do about this? The smell is killin’ me
I won’t take a taste of it ‘cause I don’t like it see you please
Excuse me ‘cause the meat is nasty
There’s no need to blast me
But watch tha plate ya pass me (Why?)
The subject matter is big, fat, and pink
Also it’s a scavenger, the breath is sure to stink
So what is the attitude that far too many folks
Keep eatin’ that pig, on the chitlin you won’t choke
Lick your big, fat grease backed fingers
Dog a chop on the plate nothing lingers
Sliced up bread sips up the pig juice
I hate to tell you brotha but the swine gotchu seduced
Wipe ya lips before you talk to me
Why you spraying pork you see?
Yo, take a walk with me

De La Soul: Where are we goin’?
Monie Love: I just wanna show you somethin'. Just… Just bear with me. I just wanna show you somethin’
De La Soul: Monie where you takin’ me?
Monie Love: Just trust me. I just wanna take you somewhere and show you something
De La Soul: What’s that noise?