ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Piggy Pie (Old School) lyrics

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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 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 squeal when you hear a piggy die.

I might choose a gun, (No!)

I might choose an ax, (yes!)

The carnivals 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 they in pursuit, 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 a bullet proof vest

We lead 'em on a chase, they bustin' off rounds

but now they all fucked cuz we at the carney grounds

And they gettin swallowed by their very own greed

Dark Carnival and Wicked Clownz cuz we need

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie

There's nothin like the squeal when you hear a piggy die

I might choose a gun, (NO!)

I might choose an ax, (YES!)

The carnivals 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 definitely die,

I'm a lob 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 their meals,

He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.

A ritchie 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 nothin like the squeal when you hear a piggy die

I might choose a gun, (NO!)

I might choose an ax, (YES!)

The carnivals in town come and get your piggy snacks(x3)