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| TWIZTID Miscellaneous Hound Dogs"(feat. Insane Clown Posse & Blaze Ya Dead Homie 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 |
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