Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

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

Axe in hand, I rose the dead
And with all my might, made a thump noise in his head
Since we out west, I a shotgun
And blew his fuckin tounge, out the of his cranium

Three little piggies, to a piggy pie
nothing 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

The little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a fuckin' dick
He lays his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny 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 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 to gather up the rest
five piggies with their bulletproof vests

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

Three little piggies, to make a 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 piggy snacks

little 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 little piggy, his house is made of
He lives in a mansion on his own private
I started down it, the guard he told me wait
I snapped his fuckin' neck in two and slammed his in the gate

'Cuz this little piggy must 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

in my city, they fightin' for their meals
He sleeps on a matress, stuffed hundred dollar bills
A Richey is the devil, he never admit it
So cut his hand off and slap his face wit' 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 in a knot and watch him suffocate 'cuz I need

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