So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka!
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to **** his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy ****in' swine!
I rode into town with my ax 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 ****in' tongue out the back of his cranium!
Originally posted by Tattoo
So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka!
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to **** his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy ****in' swine!
I rode into town with my ax 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 ****in' tongue out the back of his cranium!