Chords for KING SHIFTY | We Piggin'
Tempo:
93 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Dm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is for the hardcore rough, rugged and raw.
Four words, pitbull, wild boar, plenty of gore.
Splatted over the floor, hacked the head off with a sharp ascender [D] to soar.
So what the tangle has in store, never short on thrill.
Never short on meals, on the spit when the blood spills.
Don't doubt the skills when we're hunting for the kill.
We're raw boys and the back of them are top of [G] them hills.
[D] So jump on up on the back of the highlars, scoping for these flats till we fry the clutch.
Take a look at a fig and you'll see a cock throwing stabs through the ribs till the [G] motherfucking heart [D] stops.
We're pigging, we're pigging, with the dogs by our side it's the way that we be living.
We're pigging, we're pigging, leave the guns alone, it's not a [G] war zone.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging, I'm the spit, baby, sizzlin', saliva, dribblin'.
You kidding, fucker, right, I'll be pigging it to give in, gripping them just north [G] of Brisbane.
[D] I've been a Sydney City boy all my life, only had to use a knife in dirty street fights until I moved on up to the QLD.
Join forces with the busy city pigging [G] committee [D] and one could say it's a dangerous sport.
And that's why you're better off on a fucking tennis court with expensive transport and a private resort.
And the money never short, you got money [G] support.
[D] A headhunter, I must be going insane.
Watch your P's again, into the back of the brain.
It's definitely not a game for the soft part.
GPS tracking crawlers cause the dogs [G] departed.
[Dm] Animal instincts, I've got to hunt the shadow.
Three cuts to the face cause the path was narrow.
Some shoot the ammo, some spear the arrow.
And I refuse to go home until I feel the [G] wheelbarrow.
[D] Going for the ferals with the sharpest dust.
Ripping straight up the guts from born to dust.
And it's been like this since the ancient times.
Let's enhance the fuck, rap me a couple [G] of lines.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging.
With the dogs by our side, it's the way that we be living.
We're pigging, we're pigging.
Leave the guns alone, it's not a [G] war zone.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging.
I'm the spit, they be sizzling.
Saliva, dribbling.
You can't fuck it right, I'll be pigging it to give in.
Ripping them just north [G] of Brisbane.
[D] They be shivering and quivering with the blade I'll be giving in.
Like ADH without the medicated Ritalin.
Humid weather thickening, river stream rippling.
Brain drizzling, hungry hearty [G] dogs diggin' [D] em up.
We planned on driving a track, till we heard gunshots coming out from the back.
My mate got strapped, hopped back to 22 Winchester.
Ready for these bricks [G] to test us.
[D] Innie, Minnie, Minnie, Moe.
Drag a feral pest by the big toe.
Then you hang em, skin em, slow, set the blood flow.
Get the guts low, [G] let the muck [D] go.
This incredible feeling, when the pigs are squealing.
Contestines revealing, very unappealing.
Every weekend, I'm down for the killing.
Take me to the bush, the mother nature [G] appealing.
[Dm] [E]
Four words, pitbull, wild boar, plenty of gore.
Splatted over the floor, hacked the head off with a sharp ascender [D] to soar.
So what the tangle has in store, never short on thrill.
Never short on meals, on the spit when the blood spills.
Don't doubt the skills when we're hunting for the kill.
We're raw boys and the back of them are top of [G] them hills.
[D] So jump on up on the back of the highlars, scoping for these flats till we fry the clutch.
Take a look at a fig and you'll see a cock throwing stabs through the ribs till the [G] motherfucking heart [D] stops.
We're pigging, we're pigging, with the dogs by our side it's the way that we be living.
We're pigging, we're pigging, leave the guns alone, it's not a [G] war zone.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging, I'm the spit, baby, sizzlin', saliva, dribblin'.
You kidding, fucker, right, I'll be pigging it to give in, gripping them just north [G] of Brisbane.
[D] I've been a Sydney City boy all my life, only had to use a knife in dirty street fights until I moved on up to the QLD.
Join forces with the busy city pigging [G] committee [D] and one could say it's a dangerous sport.
And that's why you're better off on a fucking tennis court with expensive transport and a private resort.
And the money never short, you got money [G] support.
[D] A headhunter, I must be going insane.
Watch your P's again, into the back of the brain.
It's definitely not a game for the soft part.
GPS tracking crawlers cause the dogs [G] departed.
[Dm] Animal instincts, I've got to hunt the shadow.
Three cuts to the face cause the path was narrow.
Some shoot the ammo, some spear the arrow.
And I refuse to go home until I feel the [G] wheelbarrow.
[D] Going for the ferals with the sharpest dust.
Ripping straight up the guts from born to dust.
And it's been like this since the ancient times.
Let's enhance the fuck, rap me a couple [G] of lines.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging.
With the dogs by our side, it's the way that we be living.
We're pigging, we're pigging.
Leave the guns alone, it's not a [G] war zone.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging.
I'm the spit, they be sizzling.
Saliva, dribbling.
You can't fuck it right, I'll be pigging it to give in.
Ripping them just north [G] of Brisbane.
[D] They be shivering and quivering with the blade I'll be giving in.
Like ADH without the medicated Ritalin.
Humid weather thickening, river stream rippling.
Brain drizzling, hungry hearty [G] dogs diggin' [D] em up.
We planned on driving a track, till we heard gunshots coming out from the back.
My mate got strapped, hopped back to 22 Winchester.
Ready for these bricks [G] to test us.
[D] Innie, Minnie, Minnie, Moe.
Drag a feral pest by the big toe.
Then you hang em, skin em, slow, set the blood flow.
Get the guts low, [G] let the muck [D] go.
This incredible feeling, when the pigs are squealing.
Contestines revealing, very unappealing.
Every weekend, I'm down for the killing.
Take me to the bush, the mother nature [G] appealing.
[Dm] [E]
Key:
G
D
Dm
E
G
D
Dm
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ This is for the hardcore rough, rugged and raw.
Four words, pitbull, wild boar, plenty of gore.
Splatted over the floor, hacked the head off with a sharp ascender [D] to soar.
So what the tangle has in store, never short on thrill.
Never short on meals, on the spit when the blood spills.
Don't doubt the skills when we're hunting for the kill.
We're raw boys and the back of them are top of [G] them hills.
[D] So jump on up on the back of the highlars, scoping for these flats till we fry the clutch.
Take a look at a fig and you'll see a cock throwing stabs through the ribs till the [G] motherfucking heart [D] stops.
We're pigging, we're pigging, with the dogs by our side it's the way that we be living.
We're pigging, we're pigging, leave the guns alone, it's not a [G] war zone.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging, I'm the spit, baby, sizzlin', saliva, dribblin'.
You kidding, fucker, right, I'll be pigging it to give in, gripping them just north [G] of Brisbane.
[D] I've been a Sydney City boy all my life, only had to use a knife in dirty street fights until I moved on up to the QLD.
Join forces with the busy city pigging [G] committee [D] and one could say it's a dangerous sport.
And that's why you're better off on a fucking tennis court with expensive transport and a private resort.
And the money never short, you got money [G] support.
[D] A headhunter, I must be going insane.
Watch your P's again, into the back of the brain.
It's definitely not a game for the soft part.
GPS tracking crawlers cause the dogs [G] departed.
[Dm] Animal instincts, I've got to hunt the shadow.
Three cuts to the face cause the path was narrow.
Some shoot the ammo, some spear the arrow.
And I refuse to go home until I feel the [G] wheelbarrow.
[D] Going for the ferals with the sharpest dust.
Ripping straight up the guts from born to dust.
And it's been like this since the ancient times.
Let's enhance the fuck, rap me a couple [G] of lines.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging.
With the dogs by our side, it's the way that we be living.
We're pigging, we're pigging.
Leave the guns alone, it's not a [G] war zone.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging.
I'm the spit, they be sizzling.
Saliva, dribbling.
You can't fuck it right, I'll be pigging it to give in.
Ripping them just north [G] of Brisbane.
[D] They be shivering and quivering with the blade I'll be giving in.
Like ADH without the medicated Ritalin.
Humid weather thickening, river stream rippling.
Brain drizzling, hungry hearty [G] dogs diggin' [D] em up.
We planned on driving a track, till we heard gunshots coming out from the back.
My mate got strapped, hopped back to 22 Winchester.
Ready for these bricks [G] to test us.
[D] Innie, Minnie, Minnie, Moe.
Drag a feral pest by the big toe.
Then you hang em, skin em, slow, set the blood flow.
Get the guts low, [G] let the muck [D] go.
This incredible feeling, when the pigs are squealing.
Contestines revealing, very unappealing.
Every weekend, I'm down for the killing.
Take me to the bush, the mother nature [G] appealing.
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ This is for the hardcore rough, rugged and raw.
Four words, pitbull, wild boar, plenty of gore.
Splatted over the floor, hacked the head off with a sharp ascender [D] to soar.
So what the tangle has in store, never short on thrill.
Never short on meals, on the spit when the blood spills.
Don't doubt the skills when we're hunting for the kill.
We're raw boys and the back of them are top of [G] them hills.
[D] So jump on up on the back of the highlars, scoping for these flats till we fry the clutch.
Take a look at a fig and you'll see a cock throwing stabs through the ribs till the [G] motherfucking heart [D] stops.
We're pigging, we're pigging, with the dogs by our side it's the way that we be living.
We're pigging, we're pigging, leave the guns alone, it's not a [G] war zone.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging, I'm the spit, baby, sizzlin', saliva, dribblin'.
You kidding, fucker, right, I'll be pigging it to give in, gripping them just north [G] of Brisbane.
[D] I've been a Sydney City boy all my life, only had to use a knife in dirty street fights until I moved on up to the QLD.
Join forces with the busy city pigging [G] committee [D] and one could say it's a dangerous sport.
And that's why you're better off on a fucking tennis court with expensive transport and a private resort.
And the money never short, you got money [G] support.
[D] A headhunter, I must be going insane.
Watch your P's again, into the back of the brain.
It's definitely not a game for the soft part.
GPS tracking crawlers cause the dogs [G] departed.
[Dm] Animal instincts, I've got to hunt the shadow.
Three cuts to the face cause the path was narrow.
Some shoot the ammo, some spear the arrow.
And I refuse to go home until I feel the [G] wheelbarrow.
[D] Going for the ferals with the sharpest dust.
Ripping straight up the guts from born to dust.
And it's been like this since the ancient times.
Let's enhance the fuck, rap me a couple [G] of lines.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging.
With the dogs by our side, it's the way that we be living.
We're pigging, we're pigging.
Leave the guns alone, it's not a [G] war zone.
[D] We're pigging, we're pigging.
I'm the spit, they be sizzling.
Saliva, dribbling.
You can't fuck it right, I'll be pigging it to give in.
Ripping them just north [G] of Brisbane.
[D] They be shivering and quivering with the blade I'll be giving in.
Like ADH without the medicated Ritalin.
Humid weather thickening, river stream rippling.
Brain drizzling, hungry hearty [G] dogs diggin' [D] em up.
We planned on driving a track, till we heard gunshots coming out from the back.
My mate got strapped, hopped back to 22 Winchester.
Ready for these bricks [G] to test us.
[D] Innie, Minnie, Minnie, Moe.
Drag a feral pest by the big toe.
Then you hang em, skin em, slow, set the blood flow.
Get the guts low, [G] let the muck [D] go.
This incredible feeling, when the pigs are squealing.
Contestines revealing, very unappealing.
Every weekend, I'm down for the killing.
Take me to the bush, the mother nature [G] appealing.
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _