| every time i post something on here, i just sound really dumb. ha i hate people who have no fucking future. i hate people who are fucking lazy ass pieces of shit. I hate kids who sit there and fucking fail all their classes, and fuck up their college life, and live with their mommies and complain about how annoying their mommies are... I hate people who act like they are fucking god, when really they work at a fucking department store and have nothing going for them. I hate guys who think because they are older than you they are magically better than you. I hate kids who don't get their licenses until they are 18. I hate people who talk about doing stuff and don't. I hate people who are afraid of living! I hate people who won't face the shit i have to face everyday. I hate guys who assume I want to be with them. I hate people who just sit around and get fucked up all day. I hate people who complain about smoking cigarettes when they are under the age 22... I hate people who "take a year off" after high school. I hate people who waste more time than they spend accomplishing anything. I hate people who sleep past nine, and i hate people who party their guts out. I hate people who think they are magical at having sex. Everyone basically does the same thing so get over yourself. Although you can suck at having sex, you just can't be good at it. HA. I hate "death metal" bands. They are fucking dumb. I hate people who listen to death metal bands. I hate people who steal from me. I hate my "friends" who use me for weed. I hate beer unless i am drunk, and i hate lots of things. I hate people who don't work for the things tgey have. i hate people who don't pay for their cars. i hate people who don't pay for their insurance. I hate people who don't pay for their goddamn fucking gas. what the fuck is wrong with you? I hate people who like high school petty shitzz. I hate guys who wear red plain tee shirts. hahahahaha Its kinda super old, but here you go. Presented for your pleasure.  ha COME AND GET IT! Woo! We got some fresh fills for your fat chicken-ass
to snack on, bitch!
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 fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' 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 fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!
(chorus)
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the squeal when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an axe, (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 mutha fuckin' dick.
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect,
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck.
He walked in the room, and everybody rose,
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes.
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit,
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet!
Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up.
Old-ass man, I let him get away,
That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway.
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case,
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face.
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime,
So I whacked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds!
(chorus)
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the squeal when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a knife, (No!)
I might use an axe, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!(x2)
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 bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate!
Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry,
I'm a lop 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 fight for they meals,
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
A richie is the devil, he never really did it,
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed,
I grabbed a brick of gold laid it upside his head.
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late,
It took away his dough and watched the devil suffacate, cuz I need
(chorus)
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the squeal when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an axe, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! (X3) i haven't listened to this forever. my bro inspired me. i heard it playing in his room. haha |
