Dog Pound

I dont think you're gonna make it
Your neck in my teeth
And you finna end up faceless
Your head in my sink
Curb stomping in my asics
Barking we all know you basic, uh, uh, uh
But this rifle leave you wasted

Now I'm coming so you better run away
If I'm hunting then that means you are my prey
Try to kill me if you want
I'll just find you from the grave
So just be a good boy
Thought I told you to behave

Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
Well I guess I'm in the-

(This is the puzzle of visions)
(Where crime and a disordered mind are related)
(Because of the greatest concern to criminologists and to psychiatrists)
(The man without a conscience, the psychopath)

Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
You might get put down 'cause we really in the dog pound

Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
Well I guess I'm in the dog pound
You might get put down 'cause we really in the dog pound

(Eurgh)



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Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Alex Norman
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