Cleaning Crew (Pig Treats) v4.5 remaster

Lyrics ©2025 @edrendum All Rights Reserved --------------------------------- It's after dark, and I'm in the park, I shine a dot and I drop the mark Not a violent man, but a silent man, for five grand, I'll do what I can No-one around, to hear the sound, when I pop a cap, from my silenced strap Pop-pop-pop, and the mark has dropped, bleedin' out, and his heart has stopped Cleanin' crew, it's what I do, yeah, for me this shit ain't new Get five grand, cash in hand, no explanation, I understand A plastic sheet, I grab his feet, fold that shit up really neat In the back of the whip, let's take a trip, I hop into the driver's seat I drive fast but I don't speed Avoid the cameras on the main streets I know their hours, I know the cop beats To my mate's farm, and we're bringing pig treats We're on a ride, to the countryside, he's big enough so the pigs won't fight They always squeal, for their fav'rite meal, and for a cleaner it's a real good deal I pull him out, of the boot and shout, to my mate, to see if he's about We chop him up, and then we drop, the pieces in and hope them pigs won't stop Clean out the boot, do it real good, wipe out markings of his boots Crush up his bones, real fine by hand, spread it on a farmer's land Clean the bootlining, more bone grinding, next it's time for some unwinding I roll a spliff, he takes a sniff Car's so clean it's almost blinding I drive fast but I don't speed Avoid the cameras on the main streets I know their hours, I know the cop beats To my mate's farm, and we're bringing pig treats He won't be seen, the car is clean, no-one knows where I have been Thorough check, no, they won't track, me with a tiny little shit machine I got a scan, and I feel by hand, I don't need my location sent No GPS, no tracking tool, I assure you, I'm no fool I don't need choppers, full of coppers, following from the air Take any job, no, I won't stop, untill I'm a millionaire I drive fast but I don't speed Avoid the cameras on the main streets I know their hours, I know the cop beats To my mate's farm, and we're bringing pig treats I drive fast but I don't speed Avoid the cameras on the main streets I know their hours, I know the cop beats To my mate's farm, and we're bringing pig treats I don't need choppers, full of coppers, following from the air Take any job, no, I won't stop, untill I become a fuckin' millionaire