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Insane Clown Posse – Piggy Pie Lyrics

2 December 2011 No Comment


Piggy Pie Lyrics

Piggy Pie

“Ahhh! Come and get it! Woo!
We got some fresh victuals for your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch!
So here, start with a slice of this fresh piggy pie, motherfucker!”

[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 fuckin’ swine
I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out
Walked in the village, and to the piggy’s place
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face
And blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half
But I’m a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (hehe)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head
Since we out west, I had a little fun
And pulled his fuckin tongue out the back of his cranium

[Hook (1x)]
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There’s nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a gun (no), I might use an ax (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 piggy is a motherfucking dick
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect
But if I get a chance, I’m goin’ straight for the neck
He walked in the room, and everybody 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 a dime
So I wacked on the bucket, made it fuckin’ rain pork rinds

[Hook (2x)]

[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 guard he told me wait
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate
Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry
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 fightin for they meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
How rich he is the devil, he never will admit it
So I’m a take his money stack and stuff his face with it
Opened up his door, he’s sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and 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 suffercate
Cuz I need…

[Hook (4x)]

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