The Pig Man

Yeah…

This a story, not a crime scene

Mind games, dark imagery

Listen close

They call me the piggy, yeah I feast on the beat

“Hiding bodies” that’s metaphors under concrete

All the victims scared of me? Nah, that’s the mic

When I step in the booth, yeah the silence feel tight

They call me the piggy, I devour the sound

Every track I touch get buried underground

“All the victims scared of me” that’s the pressure, the glare

When the bars too heavy, even confidence scared

I ain’t talking crimes, I’m talking carnivore pen

I chew through a verse, leave remains in the end

“Hiding bodies” just means tracks I outgrew

Old versions of me that I buried in the booth

Fear ain’t about harm, it’s the aura I bring

When the room go quiet and they feel everything

Piggy bank mindset, yeah I stack that pain

Turn hunger into power, turn scars into gain

Mask on the beat, yeah I play that role

Piggy in the mirror of my shadowed soul

They scared of the truth, not scared of me

When I rap too honest, they don’t wanna see

Bodies in the basement? Nah demos and doubt

All the weak old habits I had to kick out

This a horror aesthetic, cinematic tone

No real blood spilled just the throne getting grown

Fear is a feeling

Pressure is loud

I don’t chase victims

I shake the crowd

They call me the piggy, yeah I feast on the beat

“Hiding bodies” metaphors under concrete

All the victims scared of me? It’s the sound, not the man

When the bars hit heavy, they don’t understand

This art, this fiction

Dark imagination

Rap is a mirror

Not an accusation