Lyrics

(INTRO SKIT – SPOKEN WORD / 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, 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 ready to attack.
I’m just tryna help you keep your throne.
But she seen HogLeg now she ain’t goin’ home.”

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

“Apple stepup before ther’s a leak,
The pic of my meat, gonna turn her ina freak.
This ain’t paranoia — this is public defense,
Cause ur girl saw my pics and climbed my white picket fence.

Im tossin yall bones, this aint a flex,
Just savin’ marriages with tech specs.
Apple better let me nuke this phone,
Or your girl 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 dont want your girl, im just passin’ throu,
But she saw the steak, now she chewin’ on the truth.
I aint tryin 2 boast, just protectin the land —
My meat got gravity, bro, planets change plans.”

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(BRIDGE / INTERLUDE –Heavy autotune+distortion.)

“ Wake up Steve Jobs- We need the divine
Step up jobs, this is your time
Help’em out Jobs, so they may fake shine
Cause If I don’t wipe this phone,
Wifes leave’n husbands at home, alone-beg’n to be mine-
No more marriages-
No more time-
Husband wont be be fine-

Tell jobs 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 and can quench her thirst.
Leaving her sloppy ready to burst
That’s a HogLeg curse,

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.”