ฟังเพลงPiggy Pie (Old School) (Explicit)

The first little piggy his house is made of wood

He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood

He likes to ******his sister and drink his moon******ne

A typical redneck filthy ******' 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 ******' 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 ******' ******

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 ******en 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