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
The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness, and cut his Adam's apple 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 in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed the shotgun
And blew his fucking tongue out the back of his cranium
Three little piggies to make that piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (No!)
I might choose an ax (Yes!)
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a mothafucking dick
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny looking car with the little blinking 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 them, the rest are off for lunch
They call up Dunkin' Donuts to gather up the rest
25 piggies with they bulletproof vests
We lead them on a chase, they busting off rounds
But now they all fucked cause we at the carnie grounds
And they getting swallowed by they very own greed
Dark Carnival and wicked clowns, cause we need...
Three little piggies to make that piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
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 piggy die
I might choose a gun (No!)
I might choose an ax (Yes!)
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
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 fucking neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate
Cause this little piggy must definitely fry
I'm a chop 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
A richie is the devil, he never will admit it
So I'ma cut his hand off and slap his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and smacked it upside his head
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 piggy die
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 piggy die
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 piggy die
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 piggy die
I might choose a gun (No!)
I might choose an ax (Yes!)
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks