Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

The first piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a turkey piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and his moonshine
A redneck filthy fuckin' swine

I rode into town my axe in my holster
knows about the wicked piggy boaster
The sherrif at the border, he 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 and shot me in the face
It blew me off the porch and my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me

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

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

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

I drive a Bug, seventeen deep
fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the station and lay on the horn
First piggy out, we blow his lungs out his

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

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

Three little piggies, to 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, come and get your piggy

Three little piggies, to make a pie
There's like a sound, when you hear a piggy die
I might 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 gold
He lives in a on his own private road
I started walking down it, the guard he told me
I snapped his fuckin' neck in two and his nuts in the gate

'Cuz little piggy must definitely die
[Incomprehensible] off and it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it a shovel

People in my city, they fightin' for meals
He sleeps on a matress, stuffed with hundred bills
A Richey is the devil, he never admit it
So I'mma cut his hand off and his face 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 him it's too late
And tied his neck in a knot and watch him 'cuz I need

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