It's close to sloptime
There’s lot of piggiEs oinking in the barn
They know it’s food time
Vince feeds them shit and they couldn’t give a darn
You hear them squeal
Vince gets bored and decides he wants to fuck one
They eat their meal
As McMahon looks them right between the eyes
They’re sodomised

It’s nearly Monday
They see Raws card and see it’s total slop
They can’t stay away
They’ll eat the shit that’s put straight in their trough
They bitch and moan
And hope one day that things will just get better (yeah)
But they’re e drones
They’ll eat their slop with a massive smile
Even if it’s vile

They're mad at Tony
They pray and hope that AEDub will die (Ooh)
He sold out Wembley
And the piggiEs wipe their tears from their eyes
Now is the time
For the drones to seethe about based Kenny
For their whole lives
They’ll never see him wrestle for the E
Its makes them REEEEEEEE

Cause it’s a sloppy, sloppy shop
And if they eat more slop they know their gut is gonna pop
You know it's sloppy, sloppy shop
They’re oinking for their life inside a sloppy
Shoppy tonight, yeah
Ooh