(Violent J)
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 fucking swine
I rolled into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster
The sheriff at the boarder
He tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness
And cut his Adam's Apple out
Walked into 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!)
Axe in hand
I rose like the dead
And threw with all my might and made a thump noise in his head
And since we out west
I grabbed a shotgun
And blew his fucking 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 die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The carnival's in town
Come and get your piggy snacks
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
The second little piggy
His house is made of brick
And this little is a motherfucking dick
He lays down his rules
And reads you your rights
In that funny looking car with all them little blinking 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 there's only two of them
The rest are out to lunch
We call up Dunkin' Doughnuts to gather up the rest
Twenty five piggies with their bullet proof vests
We lead them on a chase
They're busting off rounds
But now they all fucked because we at the Carny Grounds
Then they're getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark Carnival and Wicked Clowns
Because we need
Three little piggies
To make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The carnival's in town
Come and get your piggy snacks
(Violent J)
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 guardy told me 'Wait'
I snapped his fucking neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate
Because this little piggy
Must definitely die
I'mma 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 are fighting for their meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richie is the Devil
He never will admit it
So I'mma cut his hand off and slap his face with it
I 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
Three little piggies
To make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The carnival's in town
Come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies
To make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The carnival's in town
Come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies
To make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The carnival's in town
Come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies
To make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The carnival's in town
Come and get your piggy snacks
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Psychopathic Records Lyrics
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