Letra Piggy Pie de Icp (Insane Clown Posse) original

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.
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathes out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door, and pop me in the face.
It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half,
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!)
40 in hand, I rose from the dead,
And threw with all my might, I made a big noise in his head.
Since we out west, i had a little fun i pulled 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!
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He sits on his bench, and gets all the respcet
but if i get a chance im going straight for his neck, he walked in the room and everyone rose
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet
Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get away
That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me to die
So I wacked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds
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!(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 bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over 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 will admit it
So I'ma take his money sack and stuff his face with 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 took away his dough and watched the devil sufforcate, cuz I 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! (X3)