Released: August 8, 2007

Songwriter: Switch Diplo M.I.A.

Producer: Diplo

Big wolf
Big
Big wolf
Big

Big bad wolf came over to my ranch
Took all my land, left me with a branch
That's how I feel about the loving that I had
That's how I know about the girls he had

Bring her to my door now
Bring me that ho
I'll put her on the table
And I'll put her in my claw
I'll put her down my jaw
To my belly, to my toe
I'll shit on that ho
And I'll drop her to the floor

Big, big, big branch
Big branch
I'll hit her with the motherfucking branch
Big, big, big
I'll hit her with the motherfucking branch

Men are like pearls, they look good with my curls
I string em to get the best necklace in the world
In the state of the world all women wanna lay
It's a man's world but I keep him at bay
You can fuck a man, mack a man, tell 'em that you're gay
Tell him real love ain't on BET
Sex is so cheap, I get it at KFC
When its meaningless why they do R&B

Bring her to my door now
Bring me that ho
I'll put her on the table
And I'll put her in my claw
I'll put her down my jaw
To my belly, to my toe
I'll shit on that ho
And I'll drop her to the floor

Big, big, big branch
Big branch
I'll hit her with the motherfucking branch
Big, big, big
I'll hit her with the motherfucking branch

Eat my chips and I wash that plate
Thought about women that take that bait
Men with stamina or money on the plate
Can get a woman thinking her period is late
Thanks to Jesus, I got my own estate
If I let you in, will you run off with my maid?
All men are just so fickle these days
To find a really good one I keep on getting laid

Bring her to my door now
Bring me that ho
I'll put her on the table
And I'll put her in my claw
I'll put her down my jaw
To my belly, to my toe
I'll shit on that ho
And I'll drop her to the floor

Big, big, big branch
Big branch
I'll hit her with the motherfucking branch

Big wolf
Big
Big wolf
Big

M.I.A.

One of the most musically-diverse and perplexing artists of the 2000s, Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam is arguably the decade’s best representation of Hip-Hop in its truest form and artistry in its broadest, most diverse format. Her lyrics are as political as Public Enemy, her sound is more eclectic than Stankonia-era Outkast, and she is as aesthetically-driven as Kanye West.

The road that M.I.A. was forced to travel to international stardom was not an easy one. Born on July 18th, 1975 in Hounslow, West London to Sri-Lankan Tamil immigrants, she moved to her parents' homeland when she was only six months old. However, it was the Sri Lankan Civil War which came to shape her childhood. During her formative years, she witnessed many her father was hunted as an enemy of the state, her schools were bombarded, and her impoverished family was constantly in hiding. In 1986, her family moved back to London to find stability and a sense of relative peace.

In England, she discovered her artistic talents and completed several years of secondary education in fine art – eventually gaining attention as a visual artist, painter, and musician. In the early-2000s, Maya began to seriously explore her musical talents and used the internet and underground radio as the means to build her reputation as a unique and talented firebrand. Amidst her no-nonsense politics, however, critics from around the world heard a talent in the making.