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Piggy pie

The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my ax in my holster,
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.
The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his adams apple out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door, and shot me in the face.
It blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half,
But i'm a juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (hehe!)
Ax in hand, i rose like the dead,
And swung with all my might,
I made a thump noise in his head.
Since we out west, i grabbed the shot gun,
And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might use a gun, (no!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny lookin car with the little blinkin lights
I drive a volkswagon bug 17 deep
Packed full of juggalo's lights out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the horn
First piggy out we blow his lungs out his uniform
Now the air kazoo like starsky and hutch
But there's only 2 of them the rest are out to lunch
They call up dunkin doughnuts to gather up the rest
25 piggy's with they bullet proof vests
We lead 'em on a chase, they blowin off rounds
Now they all front cuz we at the carney grounds
And they gettin swallowed by they very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clownz cuz we need

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry
I might use a gun, (no!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks (2x)

The last little piggy, his house is made of gold,
He lives in a mansion on his own private road,
I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait,
I snapped his fucken neck in 2 and slammed his nuts in the gate! cuz this little piggy, must defiantly die,
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky.
And then i watch the moon take the form of the devil,
And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel.
People in my city, they fight for they meals,
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
A ritchie is the devil, he never really made it,
So i'm a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed,
I grabbed a brick, and roller-laid it upside his head.
He begged for his life, i told him it's too late,
And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffocate, cuz i need

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry
I might use a gun, (no!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks