Piggie Pie
(专辑: The Great Milenko - 1997)
"Come and get it! Woo! We got some fresh fills for your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch! So here, start with a
slice of this fresh piggy pie, motherfucker!" [Violent J] The
first little piggy, his house is made of wood He lives in a
chicken turkey piggy neighborhood He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine A
typical redneck filthy fucking swine I
rode into town with my axe in my holster Everybody knows about the
wicked piggy roaster A
farmer at the
border, he tried to take me out I
drew my ax with the
quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out Walked in the
village, and to the
piggy's place He opened up his door, and popped me in the
face It blew me off the
porch, and cracked my head in half But I'm a
Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (hehe) Forty in hand, I
rose from the
dead And threw with all my might, I
made a
ping noise off his head Since we out west, I
had a
little fun And pulled his fuckin tongue out the
back of his cranium [Chorus (1x)] Three little piggies, to make a
piggy pie There's nothing like the
sound when you hear a
piggy die I
might choose a
gun (no), I
might choose an axe (yes) The
carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! [Shaggy 2
Dope] The
second little piggy, his house is made of brick And this little piggy is a
motherfucking dick He sits on his bench and gets all the
respect But if I
get a
chance, I'm going straight for the
neck He walked in the
room, and everybody rose Lopped off bucket chilling underneath my clothes First they let the
piggy, now you can finally sit But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet Now I
see the
bailiff, I'm thinking what the
fuck? I
can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up Old-ass man, I
let him get away That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway Here come the
piggy, it's time for my case His eyes are blood red with a
wicked looking face He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me to die So I
ragged on the
bucket, made it fucking rain pork rinds [Chorus (2x)] [Violent J] The
last little piggy, his house is made of gold He lives in a
mansion on his own private road I
started walking down it, the
guard he told me wait I
bounced off his head and did a
Jackie Chan over the
gate Cause this little piggy, must definitely fry I'm a
lop his nugget off and toss it in the
sky And then I
watch the
moon take the
form of the
devil And pull it out the
sky, and beat it with a
shovel People in my city, they fighting for they meals He sleeps on a
mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills How rich he is the
devil, he never will admit it So I'm a
take his money stack and stuff his face with it Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed I
grabbed a
brick of gold and laid it upside his head He begged for his life, I
told him it's too late And took away his dough and watched the
devil suffocate Cause I
need... [Chorus (4x)]