Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

Once upon a time there were little pigs
Who went out the big world
To build their homes and seek their

The little piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a turkey piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy swine

I rode into town with my axe in my
knows about the wicked piggy boaster
The at the border, he tried to take me out
I my axe with the quickness and cut his Adam's apple out

Walked in the village and to the piggy's
He opened up his door and me in the face
It me off the porch and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only me laugh

Axe in hand, I like the dead
And swung with all my might, made a thump in his head
Since we out west, I a shotgun
And blew his tounge, out the back of his cranium

Three piggies, to make a piggy pie
nothing like a sound, when you hear a piggy die
I choose a gun, I might choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, come and get your snacks

The little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a mother fuckin'
He lays down his rules and reads you your
In that lookin' car with the little blinkin' lights

I drive a Volkswagon Bug, deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the
piggy out, we blow his lungs out his uniform

Now in pursuit, like Starski and Hutch
But there's only two of them, the are out to lunch
They up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
Twenty five piggies with their vests

We them on a chase, they bustin' off rounds
But now they all fucked, we at the Carney grounds
And they gettin' swallowed by their very on
Dark Carnival and clowns, 'cuz we need

Three little piggies, to make a pie
nothing like a sound, when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun, I might an axe
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy

little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing a sound, when you hear a piggy die
I choose a gun, I might choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, and get your piggy snacks

The last little piggy, his house is of gold
He in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking it, the guard he told me wait
I snapped his fuckin' neck in two and slammed his in the gate

'Cuz this little must definitely die
off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and it with a shovel

People in my city, they fightin' for meals
He on a matress, stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A Richey is the devil, he never admit it
So cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it

Opened up his door, he in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him it's too
And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate 'cuz I

Three piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound, when you a piggy die
I might choose a gun, I choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, come and get your snacks
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