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Piggy Pie Lyrics

Artist: ICP (Insane Clown Posse)
Album: Great Milenko

Once apon a time, there were three little pigs that 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 sherriff at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his adams appple 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 shotgun,
And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!

(chors)

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 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 feet, 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 theres only two of em the rest are out to lunch.
They call the Dunkin Doughnuts to gather up the rest, 25 piggys with they bullet-proof vests.
We lead em on a chase, they bustin off rounds, but now they all fucked cuz we at the carni- clowns and they gettin swallowed by their very own greed.
Dark carnival and Wicked Clowns cuz I need

(chors)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a knife, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!(x2)

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 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.
A richie is the devil, he never really made it,
So I'm a cut his hand of and smack his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed,
I grabbed a brick of gold 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

(chors)

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! (X3)

Comments/Interpretations

by clarence on 5/3/2011 2:12pm
great song

by anonamous on 5/20/2011 8:25am
wrong lyrics