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 homes and seek their

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

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

Walked in the village and to the place
He opened up his door and shot me in the
It blew me off the and blew my head in half
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 thump in his head
we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
And his fuckin tounge, out the back of his cranium

Three piggies, to make a piggy pie
nothing like a sound, when you hear a piggy die
I might a gun, I might choose 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 fuckin' dick
He lays down his and reads you your rights
In that funny lookin' car with the little blinkin'

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

Now they in pursuit, like Starski and
But there's two of them, the rest are out to lunch
They call up Dunkon to gather up the rest
Twenty five piggies with their bulletproof

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

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

The last little piggy, his house is of gold
He in a mansion on his own private road
I started down 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
off and toss it in the sky
And then I the moon take the form of the devil
And it out the sky and beat it with a shovel

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

Opened up his door, he in his bed
I a brick of gold and smacked it upside his head
He begged for his life, I him it's too late
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 might choose a gun, I choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, and get your piggy snacks
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