Comrade-Z
6th September 2007, 06:57
Move Pigs!
(Set to the tune of "Move *****" by Ludacris)
It's mostly the same as the original songs, with some little modifications that I made to the lyrics to remove the misogyny and add in some talk of revolution. Could be a useful song...
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
OH NO! A fight's out!
I'm 'bout ta punch yo' lights out!
Get the FUCK back, off Capitol Hill!
There's somethin' wrong, we cain't stay still
I know all about the shit ya do
And I been thinkin' of bustin' you
Upside yo' muthafuckin' fo'head
And if yo' friends jump in, "Ohhhh gurrrlll!!" They'll be mo' dead!
You cain't keep us on a leash, no!
The revolution is runnin' the streets, yo!
So bye-bye to all yo' groupies and rich fuckers!
You gonna dominate the working class?! NO, fuckers!
This party's marchin' on the highway
So if you guardin' the street, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY!
I'm DIY, so that means, moreover
That you about to get RAN THE FUCK OVER!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Here I come, here I go
UH OH! Don't jump pigs, move!
You see them red flags? You hear this fuckin' crowd?
Let's start this goddamn show, I'm comin' through!
Hit the streets and knock the cops down
I fuck the rich up - that's what I do
Young and motivated – working class
The rich fear my stuff - true true
Hold up now, you know you need us
But where does that put you, you fuckin' parasite?!
We gonna run things, in our own ways
We got the mental agility and the might
C'mon, moneybags, just admit it
We the ones who process the information
Not to mention all yo' cheap shit
But we're through being slaves, you gonna take a hit!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
We built that fuckin' truck, we gonna take it back!
Who made all these fuckin' T.V.'s, tell me that?
I wanna be thoroughly satisfied!
In ways physical, sexual, intellectual
Come here, honey, let's get kinky
Ahhhhhh, yeah, you girl (man) are freaky!
You're so much more than superficial thinkers see
So creative, you always surprise me
You got intelligence to think for yourself
A real breath of fresh air, you don't blindly follow Cosmo!
You know, of course, I don't believe in god
But yo' working-class ass is simply divine, yo!
But then I hear from these fuckin' bigoted christians
Against pleasure and women's self-assertion
If a girl (guy) likes a thick dick for a pleasure stick
Who the fuck are you to tell her (him) (me) what to do, muthafuckas?
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
We build up the world every fuckin' single day
Now we takin' it back, GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!
Everywhere we want a democratic say,
In the workplace, bosses, GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!
We want happiness our own way
If you can't deal with that, GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!
We want progress our own way
You pigs are just a fetter, GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!
(Set to the tune of "Move *****" by Ludacris)
It's mostly the same as the original songs, with some little modifications that I made to the lyrics to remove the misogyny and add in some talk of revolution. Could be a useful song...
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
OH NO! A fight's out!
I'm 'bout ta punch yo' lights out!
Get the FUCK back, off Capitol Hill!
There's somethin' wrong, we cain't stay still
I know all about the shit ya do
And I been thinkin' of bustin' you
Upside yo' muthafuckin' fo'head
And if yo' friends jump in, "Ohhhh gurrrlll!!" They'll be mo' dead!
You cain't keep us on a leash, no!
The revolution is runnin' the streets, yo!
So bye-bye to all yo' groupies and rich fuckers!
You gonna dominate the working class?! NO, fuckers!
This party's marchin' on the highway
So if you guardin' the street, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY!
I'm DIY, so that means, moreover
That you about to get RAN THE FUCK OVER!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Here I come, here I go
UH OH! Don't jump pigs, move!
You see them red flags? You hear this fuckin' crowd?
Let's start this goddamn show, I'm comin' through!
Hit the streets and knock the cops down
I fuck the rich up - that's what I do
Young and motivated – working class
The rich fear my stuff - true true
Hold up now, you know you need us
But where does that put you, you fuckin' parasite?!
We gonna run things, in our own ways
We got the mental agility and the might
C'mon, moneybags, just admit it
We the ones who process the information
Not to mention all yo' cheap shit
But we're through being slaves, you gonna take a hit!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
We built that fuckin' truck, we gonna take it back!
Who made all these fuckin' T.V.'s, tell me that?
I wanna be thoroughly satisfied!
In ways physical, sexual, intellectual
Come here, honey, let's get kinky
Ahhhhhh, yeah, you girl (man) are freaky!
You're so much more than superficial thinkers see
So creative, you always surprise me
You got intelligence to think for yourself
A real breath of fresh air, you don't blindly follow Cosmo!
You know, of course, I don't believe in god
But yo' working-class ass is simply divine, yo!
But then I hear from these fuckin' bigoted christians
Against pleasure and women's self-assertion
If a girl (guy) likes a thick dick for a pleasure stick
Who the fuck are you to tell her (him) (me) what to do, muthafuckas?
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
Move pigs, get out the way!
Get out the way, pigs, get out the way!
We build up the world every fuckin' single day
Now we takin' it back, GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!
Everywhere we want a democratic say,
In the workplace, bosses, GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!
We want happiness our own way
If you can't deal with that, GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!
We want progress our own way
You pigs are just a fetter, GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY!