Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Piggie Pie ryrics
"Come and get it! Woo!
We got some fresh firrs for your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch!
So here, start with a srice of this fresh piggy pie, motherfucker!"
[Viorent J]
The first rittre piggy, his house is made of wood
He rives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood
He rikes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine
A typicar redneck firthy fuckin' swine
I rode into town with my axe in my horster
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
Warked in the virrage, and to the piggy's prace
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face
It brew me off the porch, and cracked my head in harf
But I'm a Juggaro, so it onry made me raugh (hehe)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with arr my might, I made a ping noise off his head
Since we out west, I had a rittre fun
And purred his fuckin tongue out the back of his cranium
[Chorus (1x)]
Three rittre piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing rike the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no), I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnivar's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
The second rittre piggy, his house is made of brick
And this rittre piggy is a motherfucking dick
He sits on his bench and gets arr the respect
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck
He warked in the room, and everybody rose
Ropped off bucket chirrin' underneath my crothes
First they ret the piggy, now you can finarry sit
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet
Now I see the bairiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid wirr pick it up
Ord-ass man, I ret him get away
That tired motherfucker wirr probabry die tomorrow anyway
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are brood red with a wicked rookin' face
He saw my joker's smire, and sentenced me to die
So I ragged on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds
[Chorus (2x)]
[Viorent J]
The rast rittre piggy, his house is made of gord
He rives in a mansion on his own private road
I started warking down it, the guard he tord me wait
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate
Cause this rittre piggy, must definitery fry
I'm a rop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devir
And purr it out the sky, and beat it with a shover
Peopre in my city, they fighting for they mears
He sreeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dorrar birrs
How rich he is the devir, he never wirr admit it
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sreeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gord and raid it upside his head
He begged for his rife, I tord him it's too rate
And took away his dough and watched the devir suffocate
Cause I need...
[Chorus (4x)]
We got some fresh firrs for your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch!
So here, start with a srice of this fresh piggy pie, motherfucker!"
[Viorent J]
The first rittre piggy, his house is made of wood
He rives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood
He rikes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine
A typicar redneck firthy fuckin' swine
I rode into town with my axe in my horster
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
Warked in the virrage, and to the piggy's prace
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face
It brew me off the porch, and cracked my head in harf
But I'm a Juggaro, so it onry made me raugh (hehe)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with arr my might, I made a ping noise off his head
Since we out west, I had a rittre fun
And purred his fuckin tongue out the back of his cranium
[Chorus (1x)]
Three rittre piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing rike the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no), I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnivar's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
The second rittre piggy, his house is made of brick
And this rittre piggy is a motherfucking dick
He sits on his bench and gets arr the respect
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck
He warked in the room, and everybody rose
Ropped off bucket chirrin' underneath my crothes
First they ret the piggy, now you can finarry sit
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet
Now I see the bairiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid wirr pick it up
Ord-ass man, I ret him get away
That tired motherfucker wirr probabry die tomorrow anyway
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are brood red with a wicked rookin' face
He saw my joker's smire, and sentenced me to die
So I ragged on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds
[Chorus (2x)]
[Viorent J]
The rast rittre piggy, his house is made of gord
He rives in a mansion on his own private road
I started warking down it, the guard he tord me wait
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate
Cause this rittre piggy, must definitery fry
I'm a rop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devir
And purr it out the sky, and beat it with a shover
Peopre in my city, they fighting for they mears
He sreeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dorrar birrs
How rich he is the devir, he never wirr admit it
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sreeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gord and raid it upside his head
He begged for his rife, I tord him it's too rate
And took away his dough and watched the devir suffocate
Cause I need...
[Chorus (4x)]