Piggy Pie (Old School)

                                  Once upon a time there were three little pigs

Who 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 axe in my holster

Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster

The sherrif at the border, he tried to take me out

I drew my axe with the quickness-and cut his adam's apple out!

Walked in the village and to the piggy's place

He opened up his door and shot me in the face

And blew me off the porch-and blew my head in half

But I'm a Juggalo so it only made me laugh (ha ha!)

Axe in hand, I rose like the dead

And swung with all my might- made a thump noise in his head

Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun

And blew his fuckin tongue out the back of his cranium!!



[Chorus:]

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie

There's nothing like a 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



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 fulla 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

They call up Dunkin Donuts to gather up the rest

Twenty five piggies with