Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

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

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

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

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 Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy

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

I drive a Volkswagon Bug, deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, 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, Starski and Hutch
But there's only two of them, the rest are out to
They call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the
Twenty five piggies with their vests

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

Three piggies, to make a piggy 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, come and get piggy snacks

little 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, come and get your piggy

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

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

People in my city, they fightin' for meals
He on a matress, stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A is the devil, he never will admit it
So cut his hand off and slap 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 told him too late
And tied his neck in a knot and him suffocate 'cuz I need

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