Piggy Pie

(Once Upon a Time There Were Three Little Pigs Who Went Out Into the

Big World to Build There Homes and Seek There Fortunes)

The First Little Piggy, His House Was 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 Fucking Swine

I Broke Into Town, With My Ax in My Holster

Every Body Knows About the Wicked Piggy Roaster

The Sherif T the Border, He Tried to Take Me Out

I Drew My Ax With the Quickness and Cut His Adams Apple Out

Walked Into the Village, Into the Piggy's Place

He Opened Up the Door and Shot Me in the Face

It Blew My Off the Porch, and Blew My Head in Half

But Im a Juggalo So It Only Made Me Laugh (Ha Ha)

Ax in Hand, I Rose Like the Dead

And Swung With All My Might Made a Thump Noise in His Head

Sense We Out West, I Grabbed a Shot Gun

And Blew His Fuckin Tongue Out the Back of His Cranium.

Three Little Piggies, to Make a Piggy Pie

There's Nothings Like Sound 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 Get Your Piggy Sex

The Second Little Piggy, His House Is Made of Brick

And This Little Piggy Is a Mother 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 Volkswagen 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 Its Only Two of Them the Rest About Their Lunch

They Call It Duncan Donuts, Together of the Rest

Twenty-five Piggy's With Their Bullet Proof Vests

We Lead Them On a Chase, They Bustin Off Rounds

But Now They All Fucked Cause We At the Carne Grounds

And They Gettin Swallowed, By Their Very Own Greed

Dark Carnival and Wicked Clowns Cause We Need

Three Little Piggies, to Make a Piggy Pie

Cause Nothings Like Sound 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 Get Your Piggy Sex

Three Little Piggies, to Make a Piggy Pie

Cause Nothings Like Sound 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 Get Your Piggy Sex

The Last Little Piggy, His House Is Made of Gold

He Lives in a Mansion On His Own Private Road

I Started Walkin Down It, the Guard He Told Me Wait

I Snapped His Fuckin' Neck in Two and Slammed His Nuts in the Gate

Cause This Little Piggy, Must Definitely Die

Im Lap His Nugget Off and Toss It in the Sky

Then Ill 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 Dolor Bills

Oh Rich He Is the Devil, He Never Will Admit It

So Ima Cut His Hand Off and Slap His Face With It

Opened Up His Door, He's Sleepin in His Bed

I Grabbed a Brick of Gold and Smacked It Up Side His Head

He Begged For His Life, I Told Him Its Too Late

And Tied His Neck in a Knot and Watched Him Suffocate

(Cause I Need)

Three Little Piggies, to Make a Piggy Pie

Cause Nothings Like Sound 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 Get Your Piggy Sex

Three Little Piggies, to Make a Piggy Pie

Cause Nothings Like Sound 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 Get Your Piggy Sex

Three Little Piggies, the Little Piggy Pie

Cause Nothings Like Sound When You Hear a Piggy Pie

I Might Choose a Gun, I Might Choose An Ax

The Carnivals in Town Come and Get Your Get Your Piggy Sex

Three Little Piggies, the Little Piggy Pie

Cause Nothings Like Sound When You Hear a Piggy Pie

I Might Choose a Gun, I Might Choose An Ax

The Carnivals in Town Come and Get Your Get Your Piggy Sex