🐷 [Intro – Whispered over slow 808 heartbeat + echoing gun cock] Three little pigs built three little traps… Straw for the fiends… Sticks for the straps… Bricks for the blood money stacked in the back. But they forgot one thing… The wolf’s back. ⸻ 🔥 [Verse 1 – The Pig in the Straw House] First little pig ran a back-alley store, Dirty-ass dope on a piss-stained floor. Sold dreams in dime bags, teeth all cracked— But Red came through with a baseball bat. Said, “I’m not here to cop, I’m here to cleanse.” One swing and the straw house ends. He squealed, cried, begged for life— She smiled and lit that b***h on fire. ⸻ 🩸 [Pre-Chorus – Chanted Over Trap Beat + Guitars] Huff, puff—no fairy tale. Red’s in heels and raising hell. One by one, the pigs get fried— Three little pigs, and they all die. ⸻ ⚰️ [Chorus – Full Drop, Trap-Metal Fusion] Three little pigs in a trap house lane— Straw, sticks, bricks, all soaked in pain! Red don’t knock, she kicks the door— No bedtime story, just blood on the floor! Wolf’s not comin’—she’s the beast inside, A hooded reaper with nothin’ to hide! You built your house, now meet the flame— Three little pigs… one deadly name. ⸻ 🐷 [Verse 2 – The Pig in the Stick House] Second pig had a stick-built pad, Ran guns outta town like a cartel dad. Slicked-back hair, gold chains swingin’— But Red came in with hollow points singin’. Said, “You sell death, now taste your trade.” Blew his knee before he prayed. He crawled to the door, begging “No, no, no!” She carved P-I-G into his torso. ⸻ 🔥 [Breakdown – Spoken Word Over Creepy Beat Switch] Brickhouse boy think he safe up high, Movin’ that white like he touchin’ the sky. Private gate, stone floors, stacked bills— Red’s outside with seven kills. ⸻ 🐷 [Verse 3 – The Pig in the Brick House] Final pig in a bulletproof den, Stacked to the roof with Colombian men. Guards at the gate, steel and chrome— But Red brought fire, and she’s not alone. Gasoline trail from the yard to the couch, Flames lick walls as the pig runs out. She grins, lights a match in her red corset— “Brick by brick, now burn in debt.” ⸻ 🔥 [Final Chorus – Screamed with Layered Vocals] Three little pigs in body bags— No more cash, no more flags! You played wolf, but she played GOD— Now your trap house is a graveyard sod! Straw to flame, sticks to ash, Bricks fall down in a final flash! Red’s not lost—she wrote this song… Three little pigs… and she proved ‘em wrong. ⸻ 🔚 [Outro – Whispered Over Fading Sirens and Static] Big bad wolf? Nah. She’s worse. And she ain’t blowin’—she’s burning.

Three Little Pigs