[Intro – low, spoken with a smirk, heartbeat kick] Yeah… Once upon a time in the hood… Three brothers thought they could outsmart the wind. Spoiler: only one made it to the credits. [Verse 1 – Straw Pig] Little pig number one built his crib out of vibes Straw bales, fairy lights, good times, no lies “Flexibility bro, rigidity’s lame Life’s too short for that concrete game” Threw a house party, speakers on blast Wolf pulled up polite, just clearing his throat One huff, one puff… whole damn roof in the grass Last thing he heard was “bro, that’s crazy fast” [Pre-Chorus] He died scrolling TikTok, still typing “this ain’t fair” [Chorus – dark, swinging, half-laughing] Build it quick, build it cheap, build it cute Till the big bad world comes knocking in boots Straw falls, sticks snap, bricks stay standing tall You can laugh at the wolf… till he eats you all Three little pigs, three different graves Only one made it past the second wave Moral of the story, kids, listen up quick: Shortcuts taste sweet… till the wolf starts to lick [Verse 2 – Stick Pig] Little pig number two went with sticks and hope Pinterest boards, “rustic aesthetic” dope “Straw was lazy, this one’s artisanal I’m basically an influencer, bro, I’m unstoppable” Wolf showed up again, same calm-ass grin “Mate, you sure that’s load-bearing?” Two puffs later the whole thing caved in Pig got turned to kebab before he could hit send [Pre-Chorus] Died mid-story: “This is just a plot twist, right?” [Chorus] Build it quick, build it cheap, build it cute Till the big bad world comes knocking in boots Straw falls, sticks snap, bricks stay standing tall You can laugh at the wolf… till he eats you all Three little pigs, three different graves Only one made it past the second wave Moral of the story, kids, listen up quick: Shortcuts taste sweet… till the wolf starts to lick [Bridge – slower, spoken over bare banjo + low violin drone, dark chuckle] Now the third pig? That fool built in bricks No clout, no flex, just straight measurements and sweat Wolf showed up, huffed till he turned blue House didn’t move… so the wolf moved too Ate the other two, then sat on the porch Told brick pig: “Respect. You get it, of course. Most of y’all die building houses out of cope You built something real… so I’ll leave you hope.” [Final Chorus – full, heavy heartbeat, twisted grin] Build it right, build it heavy, build it slow Or the wolf gon’ find every weakness you don’t know You can blame the big bad, call him cruel and mean But that wolf was just wind doing what wind does… clean Three little pigs learned the hard way, see? Two became dinner, one became free Next time you feel like taking the easy route… Remember the bricks… or become the soup. [Outro – fading, almost conversational] Yeah… Fairytale’s over. Wolf wasn’t evil. He was just honest. Most houses can’t handle that kind of wind.
