Mike E. Clark - Piggy Pie lyrics

Piggy Pie "Ahhh! Come and get it! Woo! We got some fresh victuals for your fat chicken-a** to snack on, b**h! So here, start with a slice of this fresh piggy pie, motherf**er!" [Verse 1: Violent J] The first little piggy, his house is made of wood He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood He likes to f** his sister, and drink his moonshine A typical redneck filthy f**in' swine I rode into town with my axe in my holster Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster 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 And 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 f**in tongue out the back of his cranium [Hook] Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die I might use a gun (no), I might use an ax (yes) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] The second little piggy, his house is made of brick And this little piggy is a motherf**ing dick He sits on his bench and gets all the respect But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck He walked in the room, and everybody rose Lopped off bucket chillin' 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 thinkin' what the f**? I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up Old-a** man, I let him get away That tired motherf**er will probably die tomorrow anyway Here come the piggy, it's time for my case His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime So I wacked on the bucket, made it f**in' rain pork rinds [Hook x2] [Verse 3: 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 Cuz 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 fightin 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 Cuz I need... [Hook x4]