Stray Dog Strut
Cabra!
Yuh
Stray dog strut you got me lookin' like a mutt
Askin' all the "what?" before yo mouth you gotta shut
Walkin' in a rut, I'm out the cut, It's in my gut
I think I had enough, I'm fuckin' pissed
I break a wrist, arrest resist
Alright, I'm breakin' through the dirt like Mr. Resetti
Got 'em all sweaty, talkin' like I'm feeling the petty
In my head I be the whole crew like Ed, Edd, n' Eddy
Shotty with the lead-y, aimin' steady
Full of confetti
Son of a Sam, I don't get smoked
Up on a stage and you just gonna choke
Think I'm a damn, talk of the folk
Laughin' at me like I said I'm a joke
Tab of acid it's my first time feelin' placid!
And now I chase it with a strawberry antacid
Kickin' yo brain into the rift, can't even afford a thrift
I'm miffed, I'm piffed, I'm 'boutta lose out on a fuckin' shift
Guitar fuckin' riffed, mama said I have a gift
Well if that shit true without a crew I make it up there swift
Stray dog strut you got me lookin' like a mutt
Askin' all the "what?" before yo mouth you gotta shut
Walkin' in a rut, I'm out the cut, It's in my gut
I think I had enough, I'm fuckin' pissed
I break a wrist, arrest resist
Stray dog through the fuckin' town
When I'm playing my sound they treat me like a clown
But I ain't feelin' down you know that I'ma come around
When you bury me just do it with a fuckin' crown
Stray dog strut you got me lookin' like a mutt
Askin' all the "what?" before yo mouth you gotta shut
Stray dog strut I gotta get in on my nut
Stray dog strut, fuckin' on yo slut
Whoa you talking shit now? (Damn, okay)
You're an original, aren't you?
Breakin' it down, simple as it can be
One drop, bebop, I don't got a plan b
Fuckin' a verse worse
I'm Fred Durst with a curse and no rehearse
I need me a fuckin' nurse
Where the funk at? bass like a Thundercat
Home run bat, Mortal Kombat
She got an ass that's fat I had a heart-attack
I don't got a bottle of jack, I got the gat-gat
Shakin' that hair like I don't got a care in the world
But I'm making it fair, now you got me sick with a hurl
Fuck a bad bitch with the anime hair
That's not fair but I just don't care
I think that I'm bound to blow
Funky flow, but I ain't moving slow
Smoking a pound and now my eyes real low
I been makin' a sound like I'ma steal the show
That lil' bitch gon' lose control
Oh my god she move that pole
Where the funk at bass like a Thundercat
Where the the funk at? (Cabra!)
Where the funk at?
Yuh
Stray dog strut you got me lookin' like a mutt
Askin' all the "what?" before yo mouth you gotta shut
Walkin' in a rut, I'm out the cut, It's in my gut
I think I had enough, I'm fuckin' pissed
I break a wrist, arrest resist
Alright, I'm breakin' through the dirt like Mr. Resetti
Got 'em all sweaty, talkin' like I'm feeling the petty
In my head I be the whole crew like Ed, Edd, n' Eddy
Shotty with the lead-y, aimin' steady
Full of confetti
Son of a Sam, I don't get smoked
Up on a stage and you just gonna choke
Think I'm a damn, talk of the folk
Laughin' at me like I said I'm a joke
Tab of acid it's my first time feelin' placid!
And now I chase it with a strawberry antacid
Kickin' yo brain into the rift, can't even afford a thrift
I'm miffed, I'm piffed, I'm 'boutta lose out on a fuckin' shift
Guitar fuckin' riffed, mama said I have a gift
Well if that shit true without a crew I make it up there swift
Stray dog strut you got me lookin' like a mutt
Askin' all the "what?" before yo mouth you gotta shut
Walkin' in a rut, I'm out the cut, It's in my gut
I think I had enough, I'm fuckin' pissed
I break a wrist, arrest resist
Stray dog through the fuckin' town
When I'm playing my sound they treat me like a clown
But I ain't feelin' down you know that I'ma come around
When you bury me just do it with a fuckin' crown
Stray dog strut you got me lookin' like a mutt
Askin' all the "what?" before yo mouth you gotta shut
Stray dog strut I gotta get in on my nut
Stray dog strut, fuckin' on yo slut
Whoa you talking shit now? (Damn, okay)
You're an original, aren't you?
Breakin' it down, simple as it can be
One drop, bebop, I don't got a plan b
Fuckin' a verse worse
I'm Fred Durst with a curse and no rehearse
I need me a fuckin' nurse
Where the funk at? bass like a Thundercat
Home run bat, Mortal Kombat
She got an ass that's fat I had a heart-attack
I don't got a bottle of jack, I got the gat-gat
Shakin' that hair like I don't got a care in the world
But I'm making it fair, now you got me sick with a hurl
Fuck a bad bitch with the anime hair
That's not fair but I just don't care
I think that I'm bound to blow
Funky flow, but I ain't moving slow
Smoking a pound and now my eyes real low
I been makin' a sound like I'ma steal the show
That lil' bitch gon' lose control
Oh my god she move that pole
Where the funk at bass like a Thundercat
Where the the funk at? (Cabra!)
Where the funk at?
Credits
Writer(s): Cabra Kind, Cabra
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