dumb ass dog
Yeah
This ones only gonna be a short one
Uh
When I'm on a call with wacko
Always call me short, yeah he won't let that go
So I tell him shave the zesty ass moustache
Then he said fuck, now I've got a diaper rash
I laughed and called him names and said
Yeah I bet your big dogs name is Fred
He said and I aint even got no dog
And yo ass look like a zesty ass hog
Jack shut the fuck up you dirty ass hoe
I'll shoot you in the motherfluffin face with a bow
Your nose is the size of your big ass toe
And your mo wont grow no more than slow
Your zesty ass dick yeah the size of a buffalo
Don't ask me how I know but I know this flow aint slow
And this beat is kinda wack but leave that in the sack
Cause you aint coming back once I'm done with you wack
But I aint done with you yet, imma take you to the vet
Cause you a dumb ass fluffin dog if I'm a zesty ass hog
They gon get you checked up looking through the glass
Stick a thermometer up your doggy looking ass
When results come back I bet they really fucking wack
Cause I don't want nothing wrong with my sack
And I hope you know this song is fiction
Cause I don't want you crying and bitchin
Man I'm just playing please don't cry
Or imma boot your ass into the big ass sky
Or cry and die man I don't mind
Wait actually act-
Ple- please don't do that
I was just playing
This ones only gonna be a short one
Uh
When I'm on a call with wacko
Always call me short, yeah he won't let that go
So I tell him shave the zesty ass moustache
Then he said fuck, now I've got a diaper rash
I laughed and called him names and said
Yeah I bet your big dogs name is Fred
He said and I aint even got no dog
And yo ass look like a zesty ass hog
Jack shut the fuck up you dirty ass hoe
I'll shoot you in the motherfluffin face with a bow
Your nose is the size of your big ass toe
And your mo wont grow no more than slow
Your zesty ass dick yeah the size of a buffalo
Don't ask me how I know but I know this flow aint slow
And this beat is kinda wack but leave that in the sack
Cause you aint coming back once I'm done with you wack
But I aint done with you yet, imma take you to the vet
Cause you a dumb ass fluffin dog if I'm a zesty ass hog
They gon get you checked up looking through the glass
Stick a thermometer up your doggy looking ass
When results come back I bet they really fucking wack
Cause I don't want nothing wrong with my sack
And I hope you know this song is fiction
Cause I don't want you crying and bitchin
Man I'm just playing please don't cry
Or imma boot your ass into the big ass sky
Or cry and die man I don't mind
Wait actually act-
Ple- please don't do that
I was just playing
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Woolan, The Sloppers
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