Pigs
Aesop Rock Lyrics


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Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer's Market
All God's critters hold positions
Some are violent, some are victims
Each alive is an equal and vital piston I support
So when the piranhas honor New York
My daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings
It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs
The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y'all aim for
The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
Two-track braniac using the food and payroll
To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso
And place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient
As the bourbon-odor smokers' coughs smolder off the Cohiba
If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
He could've snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfucking...

[Chorus]
Pigs!
God damn... pigs!
Potbelly... pigs!
Punch-drunk... pigs!
Take money, money... pigs!
Loudmouth... pigs!
Wide load... pigs!
Let's make a deal...

When all the wolves in woolly wigs
Have huffed, and puffed, and blew the bricks
The skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs
Will rain on Fulton's newest kicks
As mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness
We pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison
I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed
No pagan or sacrilege, just bacon for scavengers
I will gladly seat you with the chickens, not the passengers
Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice
Never that, Wilburs multiply quicker than triples
And hunt their truffles in fistfuls, but it was all bells and whistles
Bougie this and Bougie that...
War pig or pussy cat...
Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf the booby traps
Powder-pink, double-breasted, mess of mud and money
Waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle
And while I don't really know the working details of your tribes
I know that that's one ugly fucking tie... asshole

[Chorus]

Apple in his mouth, Maraschino eyes
Party like the butcher boy's cleaver is alive
I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter
To see the county fair's blue ribbon winner as dinner
Then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in the morning
As the misery was dormant and dibbed in crispy portions
Corporates fund, allure 'em, and they whore 'em
Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more important forums for 'em?
Push the mortar pestle past the ordinary orchard
When the frilly border's faded is the product mine or yours, pig?
Mine, plus I toss a token where I go:
Directly to the worms who shovel shit and yellow snow
This little piggy went to the market with a target
And will subsequently know the armor-piercing forks of farmers
Final words for the finer birds taking notes:
I dig a chick in pig tails, "That's all Folks!"





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Pigs" by Aesop Rock is a commentary on inequality and corruption. The lyrics use animal metaphors to describe those in power who exploit and oppress others. The opening lines describe a world where even seemingly harmless creatures like locusts can cause harm, and everyone holds a position in the hierarchy. The singer expresses support for all living beings, but recognizes that some, like the "shit-soaked pigs," abuse their power and consume resources without regard for others.


The chorus repeatedly shouts "pigs!" as a form of condemnation for those who fit this description. Throughout the verses, Aesop Rock describes the greed and gluttony of these "potbelly pigs," who use their influence to acquire more money and consume more resources. The lyrics suggest that these pigs will eventually face consequences for their actions, such as when their skulls rain down on someone else's new kicks.


Towards the end of the song, the lyrics become more specific about the exploitation of animals for human consumption. The singer describes going to a county fair and seeing the blue ribbon winner as dinner, and how the industry is funded by corporations who both exploit and are exploited by farmers. The singer acknowledges their own role in this system by tossing tokens to the worms who shovel manure, but vows to continue fighting against those who abuse their power.


Line by Line Meaning

Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
Danger lurks in unexpected places


Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer's Market
Even the most basic essentials can be taken away


All God's critters hold positions
Every living thing has a unique role in the world


Some are violent, some are victims
The balance of power is never equal


Each alive is an equal and vital piston I support
Every individual is important and deserves respect


So when the piranhas honor New York
When ruthless opportunists celebrate success


My daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
Innocent creatures are often harmed for entertainment


And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings
I welcome everyone with kindness and acceptance


It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs
In the end, the corrupt and selfish are exposed


The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y'all aim for
The epitome of greed and excess


The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
The insatiable hunger for wealth and power


Two-track braniac using the food and payroll
Manipulative and cunning in business dealings


To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso
To take everything without remorse or consideration


And place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient
To greedily take advantage of opportunities


As the bourbon-odor smokers' coughs smolder off the Cohiba
As the wealthy indulge in their vices


If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
If people could look back and learn from past mistakes


He could've snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfucking...
He would have avoided the corrupt and selfish


[Chorus]
Repeating the title of the song


When all the wolves in woolly wigs
When those who hide their true nature are exposed


Have huffed, and puffed, and blew the bricks
When they have exhausted their power and resources


The skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs
The remnants of those who were once powerful and corrupt


Will rain on Fulton's newest kicks
Their downfall will be a spectacle for all to see


As mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness
Others will take notice and learn from their mistakes


We pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison
We share in the responsibility of taking down the corrupt


I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed
Those who seek to harm others will meet their own demise


No pagan or sacrilege, just bacon for scavengers
There is no higher power punishing the corrupt; they will be taken down by their own greed


I will gladly seat you with the chickens, not the passengers
Those who devalue others will be treated with the same disrespect


Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice
Hopefully their downfall will lead to a shift in society away from corruption


Never that, Wilburs multiply quicker than triples
The corrupt and selfish will always find ways to thrive


And hunt their truffles in fistfuls, but it was all bells and whistles
They enjoy their luxuries, but it is all a facade


Bougie this and Bougie that...
Mocking those who try to seem upper class


War pig or pussy cat...
Questioning the motivations of the powerful


Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf the booby traps
The wealthy will do whatever it takes to maintain their status


Powder-pink, double-breasted, mess of mud and money
The superficiality of wealth and power


Waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle
The consequences of excess


And while I don't really know the working details of your tribes
Acknowledging the different experiences and struggles of others


I know that that's one ugly fucking tie... asshole
Critiquing those who try to appear successful but are actually corrupt


[Chorus]
Repeating the title of the song


Apple in his mouth, Maraschino eyes
The traditional depiction of a pig as food


Party like the butcher boy's cleaver is alive
Indulging in excess and celebrating wealth and power


I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter
A specific and detailed image of a cold and difficult environment


To see the county fair's blue ribbon winner as dinner
Highlighting the way society values and treats certain animals


Then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in the morning
Experiencing pleasure and enjoyment despite harsh circumstances


As the misery was dormant and dibbed in crispy portions
Finding relief from pain and suffering in temporary pleasure


Corporates fund, allure 'em, and they whore 'em
The wealthy and powerful exploit those who seek success and recognition


Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more important forums for 'em?
Questioning the motivations of those who work for the wealthy and powerful


Push the mortar pestle past the ordinary orchard
Going above and beyond what is necessary


When the frilly border's faded is the product mine or yours, pig?
Who benefits from the fruits of our labor?


Mine, plus I toss a token where I go:
Despite the corrupt system, I try to make a positive impact


Directly to the worms who shovel shit and yellow snow
Supporting those who perform menial and unappreciated labor


This little piggy went to the market with a target
The inevitability of being targeted by the corrupt and powerful


And will subsequently know the armor-piercing forks of farmers
The consequences of being on the wrong side of those in power


Final words for the finer birds taking notes:
Parting words for those paying attention


I dig a chick in pig tails, "That's all Folks!"
A lighthearted and quirky end to a serious and critical song


[Chorus]
Repeating the title of the song




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Stephen Daire

Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer's Market
All God's critters hold positions
Some are violent, some are victims
Each alive is an equal and vital piston I support
So when the piranhas honor New York
My daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings
It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs
The pigs (what), the pigs (what), the dregs of what y'all aim for
The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
Two-track braniac using the food and payroll
To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso
And place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient
As the bourbon-odor smokers' coughs smolder off the Cohiba
If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
He could've snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfucking...

[Hook 1]
Pigs!
God damn... pigs!
Potbelly... pigs!
Punch-drunk... pigs!
Take money, money... pigs!
Loudmouth... pigs!
Wide load... pigs!
Let's make a deal...



All comments from YouTube:

Ben C

everything aesop has been saying for 20 years is finally coming true

Mothboss

I came straight here and have listened to this song every day since this started

iammscrap

It's always been true

iammscrap

@Jamie Sullivan yes!

Vice Versa Games

This song is about corporate greed and politicians, not cops. Still applies though

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Tyler Sissons

My best friend showed me Aesop. He passed away and this was his favorite song. Listening to it makes me feel like he is right next to me spitting word for word. I love what music can do.

Transatlanticsilkcottonfabrics

Yeoo same ✌️ stay safe and stay free.

Illavick

This song is, no joke, a shining beacon of what you can accomplish in hip hop. It's a damn shame more artists aren't striving to reach these kinds of lyrical heights.

Michael Robinson

I read that as "bacon" instead of "beacon" because pigs.

Interesting comment but....

Michael Robinson Boom. Lyrical genius

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