ICP-Piggy Pie Chords by Insane Clown Posse

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[G] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ That chicken ass was sat down, bitch!
That was a slice and [G] a dry [C#] piggy pie, motherfucker!
The [G] fuck, little [C#m] piggy?
His house is made of wood.
He [G] lives in a [C#] chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine.
[G] [C#] A typical redneck filthy [G] fucking slime.
[C#] I wrote a poem about him.
And he's dead since we out west.
[G] I [N] hold his fucking tongue at the back of his [C#] cranium.
That is great.
My name's a gigantic pie.
I wanna do a thing like this.
How many will you ever take me? Five.
Five.
Five!
Five!
I will sit down and give you a piggy's ass.
The second little [G] piggy.
His house is made of [C#] brick.
And this little piggy is a mother fucker's dick.
He sits down and starts shaking [G] all the respect.
[C#] But if I get a chance, I'll go as straight for [C#m] the neck.
He bites me in the hand.
He walked in the room and [Em] everybody [C#m] froze
Locked up, fuckin' chillin' [G] underneath my [C#] clothes
First they let the piggy, now you [G] can find me
[C#m] But the thing he don't [G] know is he's about to get his [C#m] neck wet
Now I see them all up, and I'm [Em] thinkin' what the [C#] fuck
I can smoke this room before it's [G] hearing aid
But [C#] fuck it, I'm the oldest [G] man, I let him get [C#] away
That guy motherfucker probably died [G] tomorrow [C#m] anyway
Here come the piggies, it's [G] time for my [C#] case
His eyes are blood red with the [G] weak second [C#] least
He saw my joking smile and said [G] it's me that dimes
So I whacked down the [C] bucket made of fuckin' wage [C#] pork rinds _ _ _ _ _ _
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[A] [F] The last little piggy, his [C] top is made of [C#] gold
He lives in a mansion on his [G] own private [C#] road
I started walking down it, the [D#] guard told me [C#] wait
I bounced off his head and bit it, [Em] Jackie Chan on [C#] resignation
This is Lickaway, we run [G] definitely [C#m] pride
I'ma lock this nugget off and [G] toss it in the [C#] sky
Then I'll watch the moon take the [G] form of the [C#m] devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel
People in my city, they [G] fightin' for they [C#m] meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richie in the devil, he [G] never really [C#] did it
So I'ma take this money stack and [Em] stuff his face [C#m] with it
He opened up his door, he's [G] sleeping in his [C#m] bed
I grabbed a brick and folded it, laid it [G] upside his [C#] head
He begged for his life, I [G] told him it's too late
Took [E] away his [C#m] dough and watched the devil suffocate
[C#] Cause I need money, I need money _ _ _ _
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