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Hound doggin this muthufucka

Raise up off my nizzogs

Get off my nuts

Get off me bitch

Ah shit muthufuckin hound dogs what?

Swingin from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut

And look yo

I don't care who you know

Bitch what the fuck

Get the fuck to the back of the line

Lines of hoes sayin you's my cousin

Like my Mom and your Mom are sisters or sumthin

Oh yeah we down go ahead let em in

BAAH! knuckle hammers to the chin

Be down with me and I'll be down back

Put my dick in your mouth

You gonna hear your neck snap (Crack)

In fact, hoe fuck out my bus

Ask questions like a mutt

But ain't down to fuck

You see em come

You see em go

You see em come again

From my dick to Twiztid's dick

And then me

To Violent J's dick

To Blaze's dick

Try to grope us with they paws

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

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

What's the whole meaning of a hound dog

Butt sniffin, dick lickin

All kind of wrong 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 rushin front to back

They like sign that (Bitch)

Ain't nuthin wrong with giving me props

But actin like the punk ass cops

And swingin off my nuts has gotta stop

Walk around, spreading rumors like you know

Sayin shit you heard me tell a hoe after a show

Homey I don't play that shit one bit

Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick

Psychopathic bitch boy peep the axe

Specializing in splittin the hound dog backs

Plottin against the whole world of facts

So get off my dick and I'm out like that

Aight y'all

Wait come here

Oh my God you don't remember me?

No

I had a crush on you for like nine years

I don't know you fat bitch

It's me Jenny

I sat behind you in Ms. Crowberries chemistry class

Bitch I ain't even go to school

No I'm saying if you were to sit there

It would be the shit

Do you think you could sign my shirt?

Hehehe

Yeah I remember school

Hoes back then was like Joe Bruce ewww

Years pass by and look I'm a star

Now all them hoes are like Joe Bruce ahhhh

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 Aww I think it's cute though

Miss me with all that I ain't changed any

Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny

I'm ugly as fuck resembling a cling-on

Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling a swing on

What up with these pop kids buyin my shit

Mainstream groupies get off my dick

I wanna see real juggalos at shows

Fuck these backstreet richie 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

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

Y'all don't even know who the fuck I am

Yet bitches like you's his friend Goddamn

My lips is crusty

My feets is musty

Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty

I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?)

I been dead (Oh)

Ain't nobody sheddin tears

Look bitch I don't give a fuck about fame

Got cock for you bitches cause I'm married to the game

Ain't no shit to the shit I speak

Slap hound dog bitches in they face for weeks freak

I see you hatin on my Raiders cap

When back in the day you was all about that (Sure was)

Shot that ass out back in '89

Perry wearin locs and this clock of mine

Rose from the dead with the Lotus clique

I'm done played out and I ain't changin shit (Nope)

Hey aren't you Monoxide child?

That's right bitch

Right the skinny one

My best friend John

Is supposed to be cousins with you or sumthin

Who?

So like I figured if you give me your phone number

I could give it to him

And maybe we could all hang out or sumthin

Shiiiit

Whatever

Oh my God it's Blaze

Hey dead homey!

You's a hound dog bitch allow me to smack your face

Ridin on my dick now how my nuts taste

Everyplace that I go somebody want a photograph

Or an autograph

But can I get a gap

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 little bitch I'm the killer in disguise

Twiztid muthafucka with them milk white eyes

I despise how you perpatrate like a juggalo

But you ain't down muthafucka

You's a juggahoe

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 every one of y'all

Muthafuckas with the 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

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Muthafuckin hound dog muthufucka)

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

Yo, yo 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 Riddlebox

Real juggalos don't want no picture

They just walk up like what up ninja?

After that they give a fuck where I'm headin

They're like fuck him we lookin for neden

And I don't need anymore free tattoos

Got my arms lookin like Motley Crue's

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 you down in the parking lot

Do I think I'm better cause neden comes easy

For sheesy bitch

Bottom line y'alls get off our balls

Psychopathic out like Biggie Smalls

Dark Lotus little biatch