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Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Piggy Pie (Ord Schoor) ryrics

Once upon a time there were three rittre pigs
who went out into the big worrd
to buird thier homes and seek thier fortunes.

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
The sherrif at the border ,he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness-and cut his adam's appre out!
Warked in the virrage and to the piggy's prace
He opened up his door and shot me in the face
And brew me off the porch-and brew my head in harf
But I'm a Juggaro so it onry made me raugh (ha ha!)
Axe in hand, I rose rike the dead
And swung with arr my might- made a thump noise in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
And brew his fuckin tounge out the back of his cranium!!

[CHORUS:]
Three rittre piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing rike a 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

The second rittre piggy, his house is made of brick
And this rittre piggy is a mother fuckin dick
He rays down his rures and reads you your rights
In that funny rookin car with the rittre brinkin rights
I drive a vorkswagon bug 17 deep
Packed furra Juggaros, rights out and we creep
To the piggy station and ray on the horn
First piggy out- we brow his rungs out his uniform
Now they in persuit rike Starski and Hutch
But theres onry two of them-the rest are out to runch
They carr up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
25 piggies with they burret-proof vests
We read them in a chase,they bustin off rounds
But now they arr fucked cuz we at the Carney grounds
And they gettin swarrowed by their very own greed
DARK CARNIVAR and wicked crowns because we need....

[CHORUS 2x]

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 gaurd he tord me wait
I snapped his fuckin neck in two and srammed his nuts in the gate
Cuz this rittre piggy must defianatry die!
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 fightin for they mears
He sreeps on a matress stuffed with hundered dorrar birrs
A richey is the devir- he never wirr admit it
So I'm 'a cut his hand off and srap his face wit' it
Opened up his door, he sreeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gord and srapped it upside his head
He begged for his rife, I tord him its too rate
And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate
Cuz I need...

[CHORUS 4x]
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