Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

I into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows 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 shot me in the
It blew me off the and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only me laugh

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

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

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

I a Volkswagon Bug, seventeen deep
Packed Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the piggy and lay on the horn
First out, we blow his lungs out his uniform

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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