Piggie Pie (Old School) Lyrics
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Piggie Pie (Old School) Lyricsby Insane Clown Posse Buy album CD: Other Songs INS - Y "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 sherriff 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. And blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (hehe) 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 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 motherfucking dick. He lays down his rules and reads you your rights In that funny lookin' car with the little blinkin' lights. I drive a pulse wagon 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 'em, the rest are out to lunch. They come a-dunkin donuts, together with the rest. Twenty-five piggies with their bullet-proof vests. We lead 'em on a chase. They bustin' off rounds But now they all fucked, cuz we at the Carny Grounds. And they gettin' swallowed by they very own greed Dark Carnival and wicked clowns, cuz we need... Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die I might use a gun (no), I might use an ax (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 use a gun (no), I might use an ax (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 Cuz this little piggy, must definitely 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. How rich he is the devil, he never will admit it. So I'm a 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 Cuz I need... Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die I might use a gun (no), I might use an ax (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 use a gun (no), I might use an ax (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 use a gun (no), I might use an ax (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 use a gun (no), I might use an ax (yes) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks.....
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