(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
