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The first little piggy, his house is made of wood, |
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He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood. |
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He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine, |
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A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine! |
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I rode into town with my ax in my holster, |
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Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster. |
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The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out, |
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I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his adams apple out! |
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Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place, |
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He opened up his door, and shot me in the face. |
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It blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half, |
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But i'm a juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (hehe!) |
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Ax in hand, i rose like the dead, |
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And swung with all my might, |
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I made a thump noise in his head. |
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Since we out west, i grabbed the shot gun, |
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And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! |
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Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. |
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There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry. |
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I might use a gun, (no!) |
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I might use an ax, (yes!) |
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The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! |
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The second little piggy, his house is made of brick, |
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And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick. |
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He lays down his rules and reads you your rights |
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In that funny lookin car with the little blinkin lights |
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I drive a volkswagon bug 17 deep |
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Packed full of juggalo's lights out and we creep |
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To the piggy station and lay on the horn |
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First piggy out we blow his lungs out his uniform |
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Now the air kazoo like starsky and hutch |
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But there's only 2 of them the rest are out to lunch |
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They call up dunkin doughnuts to gather up the rest |
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25 piggy's with they bullet proof vests |
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We lead 'em on a chase, they blowin off rounds |
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Now they all front cuz we at the carney grounds |
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And they gettin swallowed by they very own greed |
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Dark carnival and wicked clownz cuz we need |
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Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie |
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There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry |
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I might use a gun, (no!) |
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I might use an ax, (yes!) |
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The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks (2x) |
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The last little piggy, his house is made of gold, |
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He lives in a mansion on his own private road, |
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I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait, |
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I snapped his fucken neck in 2 and slammed his nuts in the gate! cuz this little piggy, must defiantly die, |
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I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky. |
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And then i watch the moon take the form of the devil, |
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And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel. |
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People in my city, they fight for they meals, |
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He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills. |
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A ritchie is the devil, he never really made it, |
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So i'm a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it. |
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Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed, |
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I grabbed a brick, and roller-laid it upside his head. |
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He begged for his life, i told him it's too late, |
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And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffocate, cuz i need |
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Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie |
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There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry |
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I might use a gun, (no!) |
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I might use an ax, (yes!) |
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The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks |