Hound Dogs
Shit, motherfuckin' hound dogs, what?
Swingin' from my balls so hard
It's like I got a third nut and look
I don't care who you know, bitch
Lookin' fine, get the fuck back to the end of the line
Like the hoe said, "You's my cousin like my mamma
And your mamma are sisters or something"
Oh yeah, we down, go ahead, let 'em in blah nuckle
Hammers to the chin, be down with me and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, you're gonna hear your neck snap
In fact, hoe, fuck out my bus
Ask questions like a mute but they down to front
You see 'em, come, you see, go, you see 'em come again
From my dick to Twiztids dick and then me
To Violent J's dick then Blazes dick
Try to grope us with their balls, goddamn hound dogs
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
What's the whole meanin' of a hound dog?
What butt sniffin', dick lickin', all kinda role, y'all
I'm in a club, smokin on a Square
Step on out to get a little fresh air but I can't do that
I get attacked like a cardiac
People runnin' side to back like sianak
Ain't nothin' wrong with givin' me props
But actin' like the punk ass cop swingin' off my nuts
Gotta stop walk around spreadin' rumors like you know
'Cuz you heard me tell a hoe after a show
Only I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick
Psychopathic bitch boy meet the axe
Specializin' splittin' hound dogs backs
Plottin' against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick and I'm out like that, alright
Y'all wait, come here, oh my god, you don't remember me?
Nah, I had a crush on you for like 9 years
I don't know you, fat bitch, it's me
Jenny, I sat behind you in Ms. Crawberry's chemistry class
Bitch, I ain't even go to school
No, I'm saying if you were to sit there it would've been the shit
You think you could sign my shirt?
He-he-he-he-he
Yeah, I remember school, hoes back then like 'Joe Bruce-eeww'
Years passed by and look I'm a start, now all them hoes like 'Joe Bruce-ahh'
I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut, now I got hound dogs sniffin' my butt
I could have a worm hangin out of my dick hole
And they'd be like, "Well, I think it's cute though"
Missed me with all that, I ain't changed any
Look at me, I make Big Pun look skinny
I'm ugly as fuck, resemblin' a cling-on
Hoes still let me give my ding-a-ling a swing on
What's up with these pop kids buyin' my shit, Mainstream?
Groupies, get off my dick, I wanna see real juggalos at shows
Fuck these backstreet richies fake hoes
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
You don't even know who the fuck I am
That bitch's like "Who's his friend"
Goddamn, my lips is crusty, my feet is musty
Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty
I ain't had pussy in eleven years
I been dead, ain't nobody sheadin' tears
Look, bitch, I don't give a fuck about fame
Glock cocked 'cuz you bitches
'Cuz I'm married to the game
Ain't no shame for the shit I speak
Slap hound dog bitches in the face for weeks
Freak, I see you hatin' on my Raiders cap
When back in the day you was all about
That shot that ass out back in '89
Berry wearin' lopes and is clocked for mine
Rose from the dead with the lotus clique
My gun played out and I ain't changin' shit
Hey, aren't you Monoxide Child? That's right, bitch
Right the skinny one, my best friend John's supposed to be cousins
With you or somethin', Who?
So like I figured if you give me your phone number
I could give it to him and maybe
We all could hang out or something, whatever
Oh my god, it's Blaze, hey, dead homie, you's a hound dog, bitch
Allow me, smack your face riding on my dick
How my nuts taste? Every place that I go
Somebody want a photograph or an autograph
Can I get a tap, how did y'all get started
Your shit is really tight and what be motivatin' y'all
To grab a pen and write, listen here
Bitch, I'm a killer in disguise, Twiztid, motherfucker
With the milk white eyes I despise
While you try to perpetrate like a juggalo
But you ain't down, motherfucker, you's a jugga-hoe
Hey, hoe, you're afraid of the facts
Never packin' a gat and always seen with an axe
Take another picture and I'll break your jaw
I got an 80 pound punch for each and all of y'all
Motherfucker with that bitch ass hound dog face
My ass cracks exposed, go ahead and get a taste
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
It be the same hound dogs in different cities
Starin' at me like I'm a set of titties
Autographin' t-shirts, hats and socks
And this bitch don't even know riddle box
Real juggalo's don't want no picture
They just walk up like, "What up, ninja?"
After that they give a fuck where I'm headin'
Their like fuck him, we're lookin' for neden
And I don't need any more free tattoos
Got my arms lookin' like Motley Crues
I could be talkin' to the finest bitch in the land
And you'd run up like, "Hey, what up, man?"
That's when I slap you right on the spot
And have Billy Bill beat ya down in the parkin' lot
Do I think I'm better 'cuz neden comes easy?
For sheezy bitch, bottom line, y'all get off our balls
Psychopathic out like Biggy Smalls
Swingin' from my balls so hard
It's like I got a third nut and look
I don't care who you know, bitch
Lookin' fine, get the fuck back to the end of the line
Like the hoe said, "You's my cousin like my mamma
And your mamma are sisters or something"
Oh yeah, we down, go ahead, let 'em in blah nuckle
Hammers to the chin, be down with me and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, you're gonna hear your neck snap
In fact, hoe, fuck out my bus
Ask questions like a mute but they down to front
You see 'em, come, you see, go, you see 'em come again
From my dick to Twiztids dick and then me
To Violent J's dick then Blazes dick
Try to grope us with their balls, goddamn hound dogs
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
What's the whole meanin' of a hound dog?
What butt sniffin', dick lickin', all kinda role, y'all
I'm in a club, smokin on a Square
Step on out to get a little fresh air but I can't do that
I get attacked like a cardiac
People runnin' side to back like sianak
Ain't nothin' wrong with givin' me props
But actin' like the punk ass cop swingin' off my nuts
Gotta stop walk around spreadin' rumors like you know
'Cuz you heard me tell a hoe after a show
Only I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick
Psychopathic bitch boy meet the axe
Specializin' splittin' hound dogs backs
Plottin' against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick and I'm out like that, alright
Y'all wait, come here, oh my god, you don't remember me?
Nah, I had a crush on you for like 9 years
I don't know you, fat bitch, it's me
Jenny, I sat behind you in Ms. Crawberry's chemistry class
Bitch, I ain't even go to school
No, I'm saying if you were to sit there it would've been the shit
You think you could sign my shirt?
He-he-he-he-he
Yeah, I remember school, hoes back then like 'Joe Bruce-eeww'
Years passed by and look I'm a start, now all them hoes like 'Joe Bruce-ahh'
I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut, now I got hound dogs sniffin' my butt
I could have a worm hangin out of my dick hole
And they'd be like, "Well, I think it's cute though"
Missed me with all that, I ain't changed any
Look at me, I make Big Pun look skinny
I'm ugly as fuck, resemblin' a cling-on
Hoes still let me give my ding-a-ling a swing on
What's up with these pop kids buyin' my shit, Mainstream?
Groupies, get off my dick, I wanna see real juggalos at shows
Fuck these backstreet richies fake hoes
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
You don't even know who the fuck I am
That bitch's like "Who's his friend"
Goddamn, my lips is crusty, my feet is musty
Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty
I ain't had pussy in eleven years
I been dead, ain't nobody sheadin' tears
Look, bitch, I don't give a fuck about fame
Glock cocked 'cuz you bitches
'Cuz I'm married to the game
Ain't no shame for the shit I speak
Slap hound dog bitches in the face for weeks
Freak, I see you hatin' on my Raiders cap
When back in the day you was all about
That shot that ass out back in '89
Berry wearin' lopes and is clocked for mine
Rose from the dead with the lotus clique
My gun played out and I ain't changin' shit
Hey, aren't you Monoxide Child? That's right, bitch
Right the skinny one, my best friend John's supposed to be cousins
With you or somethin', Who?
So like I figured if you give me your phone number
I could give it to him and maybe
We all could hang out or something, whatever
Oh my god, it's Blaze, hey, dead homie, you's a hound dog, bitch
Allow me, smack your face riding on my dick
How my nuts taste? Every place that I go
Somebody want a photograph or an autograph
Can I get a tap, how did y'all get started
Your shit is really tight and what be motivatin' y'all
To grab a pen and write, listen here
Bitch, I'm a killer in disguise, Twiztid, motherfucker
With the milk white eyes I despise
While you try to perpetrate like a juggalo
But you ain't down, motherfucker, you's a jugga-hoe
Hey, hoe, you're afraid of the facts
Never packin' a gat and always seen with an axe
Take another picture and I'll break your jaw
I got an 80 pound punch for each and all of y'all
Motherfucker with that bitch ass hound dog face
My ass cracks exposed, go ahead and get a taste
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
It be the same hound dogs in different cities
Starin' at me like I'm a set of titties
Autographin' t-shirts, hats and socks
And this bitch don't even know riddle box
Real juggalo's don't want no picture
They just walk up like, "What up, ninja?"
After that they give a fuck where I'm headin'
Their like fuck him, we're lookin' for neden
And I don't need any more free tattoos
Got my arms lookin' like Motley Crues
I could be talkin' to the finest bitch in the land
And you'd run up like, "Hey, what up, man?"
That's when I slap you right on the spot
And have Billy Bill beat ya down in the parkin' lot
Do I think I'm better 'cuz neden comes easy?
For sheezy bitch, bottom line, y'all get off our balls
Psychopathic out like Biggy Smalls
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Writer(s): Mike E. Clark, Joseph Bruce
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