ICP 3 little pigs Lyrics

Once upon a time, there were 3 little pigs who went
out into the big world to build their homes and seek
there fortunes...

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 roaster
The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness, and cut his Adam'sapple out
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door, and shot me in the face
It blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half
But I'm a juggalo, so it only made me laugh (hehe!)
Axe in hand, I rose like the dead
And swung with all my might and made a thunk noise inhis head
Since we out west, I grabbed the shotgun
And blew his f___in' tongue out the back of hiscranium

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a m____fuckin' d___
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny lookin' car with the little blinkin'lights
I drive a Volkswagon Bug, 17 deep
Packed full of juggalos, lights out. and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the horn
First piggy out, we blow his lungs out his uniform
Now they in pursuit like Starsky and Hutch
But it's only 2 of 'em, the rest are off for lunch
They call up Dunkin' Donuts to gather up the rest
25 piggies with they bulletproof vests
We lead 'em on a chase, they bustin' off rounds
But now they all f___ed 'cause we at the carneygrounds
And they gettin' swallowed by they very own greed
Dark Carnival and wicked clowns, 'cause we need...

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 snapped his f___in' neck in two and slammed his nutsin the gate
'Cause this little piggy must definitely die
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 dollarbills
A richie is the devil, he never will admit it
So I'ma cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brickof gold and smacked it upside hishead
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late
And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffercate
'Cause I need...

Three little piggies to make that piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggydie
I might choose a gun (no!)
I might choose an ax (yes!)
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make that piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggydie
I might choose a gun (no!)
I might choose an ax (yes!)
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make that piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggydie
I might choose a gun (no!)
I might choose an ax (yes!)
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make that piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggydie
I might choose a gun (no!)
I might choose an ax (yes!)
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks