Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who went out into the big world to build their homes and seek their fortunes.
I rode into town with my axe in my holster. Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster. The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out. I drew my axe with the quickness and cut his Adam's apple out.
I 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.
Axe in hand, I rose like the wind.
I went to 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 * tongue out the back of his cranium.
Three little pigs should die, got piggy pie. There's nothing like the smell when you hear a piggy die. I might choose a guy, I might choose an axe. The kind of boss that I'll 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 laid his head on the ground and he's a pig.
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights in that funny looking car with the little blinking lights. I drive a Volkswagen Bug 17 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.
Found the emperor's suit, like Starsky in Hutch. But there's only two of them that wants to watch the lunch. They come up looking donuts, they gather up the rest.
Twenty-five piggies with a gun. I'm a juggalo, so it only made me laugh. And this little piggy, his house is made of brick. And this little piggy, his house is made of brick. And this little piggy, his house is made of brick. And this little piggy, his house is made of brick. And this little piggy, his house is made of brick.
They bulletproof us. We lead them on a chase. They bustin' off grounds. But now they all *, cause we at the carny grounds. And they gettin' swallowed by their very own greed. Dirt, carnival, and wicked clowns. Cause we need...
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sorrow when you hear a piggy pie. I might choose a guy. I might choose an ex. The carnival's been found. Come and get your piggy snacks.
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sorrow when you hear a piggy pie. I might choose a guy. I might choose an ex. The carnival's been found. 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 guardie told me, wait. I snapped his fuckin' neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate.
Cause this little piggy must definitely die. I'ma lap his nugget off and toss it in the sky.
And then I walk away.
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 fightin' for they meals. He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
A richie is the devil. He never will admit it. So I'ma 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.
You watch him suffocate, cause I need-
Three little piggies to make a piggy buy. There's nothing like the smell when you hear a piggy die. I might choose a gun and, I might choose an axe.
But he doesn't belong! Smell it, bitch!
Take a peek at my ass.
Change my taste in one- York!
I might choose a guy, and I might choose an ex The kind I've often found, gonna get your
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