I ate dinner with beasts, crinkled hands and red cheeks

Looking at my body like it′s food

And your breath smells like bacon

You ask, "What's the special occasion?"

Like I dress and dance just for you

Our women are cattle, there′s blood on our kids

Are you being paid to not pay attention?

Does it have to happen to your mother, to your sister or your daughter

For you to take it personal?

So pump us full of sperm, put us in a barn

Us and pigs on a Mississippi farm

In nine months we'll have a kid you won't care about

And if the kids not straight, white, and male

We guarantee a living hell

Murder in the name of a loving god

Our women are cattle, there′s blood on our kids

Are you being paid to not pay attention?

Does it have to happen to your mother, to your sister or your daughter

For you to take it personal?

So burn the witch alive, drink our dirty water

Be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter

Your mistress gets a pass, ′cause your wife can't find out

I guess we were just being a little loud

Shut us up and put apples in our mouth

But pull your own daughter out from the lineup