| Once upon a time there were three little pigs
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| who went out into the big world
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| to build thier homes and seek thier fortunes.
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| The first little piggy, his house is made of wood
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| He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood
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| He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
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| A typical redneck filthy fuckin’swine!
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| I rode into town with my axe in my holster
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| Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster
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| The sherrif at the border, he tried to take me out
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| I drew my axe with the quickness-and cut his adam’s apple out!
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| Walked in the village and to the piggy’s place
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| He opened up his door and shot me in the face
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| And blew me off the porch-and blew my head in half
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| But I’m a Juggalo so it only made me laugh (ha ha!)
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| Axe in hand, I rose like the dead
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| And swung with all my might- made a thump noise in his head
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| Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
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| And blew his fuckin tounge out the back of his cranium!
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| Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
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| There’s nothing like a sound when you hear a piggy die
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| I might choose a gun (NO!)
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| I might choose an axe (YES!)
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| The Carnival’s in town- come and get your piggy snacks
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| The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
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| And this little piggy is a mother fuckin dick
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| He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
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| In that funny lookin car with the little blinkin lights
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| I drive a volkswagon bug 17 deep
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| Packed fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep
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| To the piggy station and lay on the horn
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| First piggy out- we blow his lungs out his uniform
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| Now they in persuit like Starski and Hutch
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| But theres only two of them-the rest are out to lunch
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| They call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
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| 25 piggies with they bullet-proof vests
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| We lead them in a chase, they bustin off rounds
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| But now they all fucked cuz we at the Carney grounds
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| And they gettin swallowed by their very on breed
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| DARK CARNIVAL and wicked clowns because we need…
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| CHORUS 2xs
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| The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
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| He lives in a mansion on his own private road
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| I started walking down it- the gaurd he told me wait
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| I snapped his fuckin neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate
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| Cuz this little piggy must defianatly die!
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| How my life is lookin off and toss it in the sky
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| And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
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| And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel
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| People in my city, they fightin for they meals
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| He sleeps on a matress stuffed with hundered dollar bills
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| A richey is the devil- he never will admit it So I’m 'a cut his hand off and slap his face wit’it
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| Opened up his door, he sleeping in his bed
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| I grabbed a brick of gold and slapped it upside his head
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| He begged for his life, I told him its too late
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| And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate
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| Cuz I need… |