Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

Once upon a there were three little pigs
Who out into the big world
To build their and seek their fortunes

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

I rode into with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked boaster
The at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness and cut his apple out

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

Axe in hand, I like the dead
And with all my might, made a thump noise 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
There's 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 snacks

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

I a Volkswagon 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 Starski and
But there's two of them, the rest are out to lunch
call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
Twenty five piggies with their bulletproof

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

Three little piggies, to make a 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 piggy snacks

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

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

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

People in my city, they for their meals
He on a matress, stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A Richey is the devil, he will admit it
So I'mma cut his off and slap his face wit' it

up his door, he sleeping 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 him suffocate 'cuz I need

Three little piggies, to a piggy pie
There's like a sound, when you hear a piggy die
I choose a gun, I might choose an axe
The in town, come and get your piggy snacks
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