"Silence Of The Hams" lyrics

[Violent J:]
Hallowicked, E and J

[Esham {Violent J}:]
Silence of the hams squeal pigs
Split their wigs, {Oink} Mr. Bigs
This is gonna flip their lids
Screw you fucking bitch (Screw you, bitch!)

Now me tell you something about my side of town (Say what)
Pork chops get sautéed so they don't fuck around
You have the right to remain silent (Motherfucker, fuck you!)
I plead the four fifth flip the script on that bitch and get violent
{And we high on Mary Jane amphetamines}
{Cutting their ears off ten year sergeant veterans}
{I'm like a young pig skinner from the H.O.K.}
{Ain't no way we ain't gonna spray your way}
{Four killers in a 'Lac Brougham}
{We staying iced out like the abdominal snowman}
{Ain't no man no ham no goddamn copper}
{Gonna drop me, I'll pop 'em with the heart stopper }
Silence of the hams is what I burst
But first, let me tell you what's worst
October 31st (Halloween), bloody Halloweens
Screams and police sirens
Rapid firing my automatic pistol, I pop Chris
And I pop crystals, shootin' off my missiles at police cars
Right out side your local titty bars, these wicked stars

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy
Uh-oh (Pigs)
Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy
Pow pow pow pow pow pow
Ooh ride with me and drop a copper
(Bacon bits) Oh yeah (Bacon bits)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper
(Bacon bits) Proper

So silence of the hams, Clint East I smell your cut
Let's talk about it over a watermelon blunt
Hannibal cannibal ate a cop for lunch
And chewed on his badge like some Captain Crunch
APB out on the Juggalo, ICP
And fleein' scenes, search through the 313
You can't protect or serve me, matter of fact
You work for me, you fired, faggot, fuck that!
{Me in D-E-T and E and Shaggy 2 Dope, rear rear}
{Fuck that, buck pat, dun dun dun dun (Come on)}
{Psychopathic hatchets swinging catching flinging bloody bacon}
{Body dropping bitches singing preacher preaching fuckin' fakin'}
{Booty heavy bitches waitin' back at my house}
{I be anticipatin' putting dick in their mouth}
{Ain't no fuckin cop about to rain on my parade}
{When I been dreaming about killing a cop from second grade}
P-O-L-I-C-E me (What)
Homi-C-I-D-E (What), you don't wanna see me (What)
Red and blue lights talking on the CB (What)
Lieutenant and a rookie, (What) damn I gotta cookie (What)
All through my shit they wanna take a extra looky (What)
Probably wanna book me, (What) off to jail they took me (What)
I know I'm looking at a long time without some nookie
Eheheheheh

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy
Uh-oh (Bacon bits, bacon bits) Come on! Come on!
Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy
Pow pow pow pow pow pow
Ooh ride with me and drop a copper
(Bacon bits, bacon bits) Oh yeah
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper
Proper (Detroit Murderous! [?])

Boom, boom, boom (Switch)
Boom! "Who the fuck is that?" It's E & J, bitch
I don't give a fuck if you rap you gets no love
You can wrap your lips around my dick and suck faggot, what?
We getting wicked hallowicked when we kick it
Bring the "Pick It" sign
Wicked rhyme d-time
It's raining diamonds
The sixth joker's card is in your front yard
Bitch don't be scared

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (Cop killers, police killers)
Sawed off pistol grip and I Glock click bammy (pow) (motherfucker don't test me)
Ooh ride with me and drop a copper (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper (Insane Clown Posse and Esham)

E and J SV what? ICP
OGin' ICP and. You know it