Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

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

Walked in the and to the piggy's place
He opened up his and shot me in the face
It blew me off the porch and blew my 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 noise in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a
And his fuckin tounge, out the back of his cranium

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

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

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

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

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

Three little piggies, to make a 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

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

The last piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own 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 this little piggy 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 with a

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

Opened up his door, he in his bed
I grabbed a of gold and smacked 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 I need

little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing 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
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