Piggy Pie [Old School]
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs
Who went out into the big world
To build their homes and seek their fortunes
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 axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster
The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness and cut his Adam's apple out
Walked in the village and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door and shot me in the face
And blew me off the porch and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (haha)
Axe in hand, I rose like the dead
And swung with all my might and made a thump noise in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
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 die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (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 motherfuckin' dick
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny looking car with the little blinking lights
I drive a Volkswagen bug, seventeen deep
Packed full of Juggalos, 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 they in pursuit like Starsky and Hutch
But there's only two of them, the rest are out to lunch
They call up Dunkin' Donuts to gather up the rest
Twenty-five piggies with their bullet-proof vests
We lead 'em on a chase, they busting off rounds
But now they all fucked 'cause we at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
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 fuckin' neck in two
And slammed his nuts in the gate
'Cause this little piggy must definitely die
I'mma 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 fighting for they meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richy is the devil, he never will admit it
So I'mma cut his hand off and slap his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and smacked 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
'Cause I need
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks