Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

I rode town with my axe in my holster
Everybody about the wicked piggy 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 door and shot me in the
It blew me off the porch and my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it made me laugh

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

Three piggies, to make a piggy 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 brick
And this little piggy is a fuckin' dick
He lays down his rules and you your rights
In that lookin' car with the little blinkin' lights

I drive a Bug, seventeen deep
fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the piggy 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
They up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
Twenty five piggies with their bulletproof

We lead them on a chase, they off rounds
But now all fucked, 'cuz we at the Carney grounds
And they gettin' swallowed by their on greed
Dark Carnival and clowns, 'cuz we 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 Carnival's in town, come and get your snacks

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 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 slammed his nuts in the

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

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

Opened up his door, he 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 choose a gun, I choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, come and get piggy snacks
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