| Lyrics: | "Come and get it! Woo!
We got some fresh fills 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 roaster
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
[Chorus
(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 t |
