Lyrics

(INTRO SKIT – SPOKEN WORD / PREACHER STYLE Slow and heavy, with preacher reverence and charisma.)

“This ain’t security…
It’s charity.
So put your hands together, y’all — I am the proof,
That the Lord is true, since Mr. HogLeg just blessed you.
Now get the meat off my phone ‘fore you end up alone,
I ain’t tryna ruin homes… just protectin’ yo dome.
Steve Jobs, rise up — we need divine tech support!
‘Cause if I don’t wipe this phone…
Ain’t nobody gettin’ married no more.”

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(HOOK (x2) – GOSPEL-INFUSED SOUTHERN TRAP Upbeat tempo, sung/spoken mix. Slight gospel-choir echo.)

“This ain’t security — it’s CHAAARITY!
Tossin’ out bones, just try’n to be fair wit’ it.
iCloud full of sins, yeah I’m sparin’ it…
One pic leak and she ditchin’ her marriage quick.

Call Steve Jobs, tell him come back!
Before your girl see the steak and she ready to attack.
I’m just tryna help you keep your throne…
But she seen HogLeg and she ain’t goin’ home.”

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(VERSE 1 – THE WARNING SHOT Swagger-loaded flow, each bar spaced for impact.)

“I wiped it twice, filled it with junk,
But the meat’s still heavy, hang low in the trunk.
This ain’t paranoia — this is public defense,
‘Cause your girl saw my pics and climbed the white picket fence.

I’m tossin’ y’all bones, this ain’t a flex,
Just savin’ marriages with tech specs.
Apple better let me nuke this phone,
Or your queen gettin’ freaky on my dial tone.”

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(HOOK (x1) [Repeat as above.])

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( VERSE 2 – SURGICAL COCKINESS Smooth, slower cadence, more intimate delivery.)

“Two reductions deep, still the threat too grown,
My phone vibrate and her heart just moans.
She peek once, now she ghostin’ her man,
Sayin’ ‘I need HogLeg, not a lil’ hand.’

I don’t want your girl, I’m just passin’ through,
But she saw the steak, now she chewin’ on the truth.
I ain’t tryin’ to boast, just protectin’ the land —
My meat got gravity, bro, planets change plans.”

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(BRIDGE / INTERLUDE – CHOPPED & SCREWED Heavy autotune + chopped pitch distortion. DJ scratches, repeat phrases slowed down. Layered bass thump.)

“Call Steve Jobs…
Tell him we got a Code THICC…
Ladies cross state lines
For a taste of that HogStick…
This phone ain’t a device…
It’s a threat-level meat missile…”

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(VERSE 3 – FINAL BLOW (CLOSING STATEMENT Aggressive, sermon-style truth talk.)

“I ain’t in danger — I am the risk.
My iPhone’s cursed with divine meat pics.
These ain’t leaks — they’s marital shifts,
Women turn nuns to freaks with a double-click.

Cryin’ at home, they don’t know what went wrong,
But HogLeg showed up and the wedding ring gone.
This charity ain’t free, it’s a digital cleanse,
Delete or repeat — that’s how the cycle ends.”

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(OUTRO HOOK + CROWD FX FADE Hook style layered with laughing crowd or Southern bar vibe.)

“This ain’t security — it’s CHAAARITY!
Y’all ain’t ready for this clarity.
Try’n to save lives one reset at a time…
But Apple trippin’, lettin’ this hog ride online.”