Styles Of Beyond: Be your dog

[Ryu:]Hmmm.Ya, It's MegadefWhat you know bout ChepshotsYa (Ya), Yo (Yo)What you know about Tak (Tak)What you know about Ryu (Faggot)What You know about this huh (ahhhhh)[Tak:]Another half ass hit out nowWe used to chill till the mother f (Screech) did our styleIt's kinda funny howYou and your friends of small townsAct like got something big, to drawn down, sillyProlly confuse serve it up to shockCause when you rhyme you sound like bolt combust combineDon't act like you don't knowYou and your crew couldn't hold it down soloYour full of poop, so I'm a scoop the fecies and put it in a pamperLet it drag and any time you call I won't answerWon't get a cab and ride for freeYou a little kitten that shouldn't of climbed the treeNow your stuck with the truth, till we dig up the bonesI feel pregnant, birth to my visible clonesSo for nine months I'm back rap, watch them growWith your back pack clown you sound sloppy though, c'mon[Chorus:]Now I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You Dog[Ryu:]Listen Up Faggot! (Ahhhhhhhhh!)Knock, knock come off the damn platinumStab back and drop the plaque, pop, popSo cock the magnumWalk, walk blow shots off at randomWhile you with TakWe don't stop the anthem, get my flow backLow jack, phone tap punk the Pink PantherGive me a sol clap, click clack, rip thatSnap necks quicker then Kit-KatsKnick-Knack paddy whack pistol whip, pump the jams upWild west SOB's shit's bonanzaWho the fuck wants itSpits guitar picksSlit you neck with a Bic razor across it, uhKnock the bitch lead singer unconsciousNo pets, so don't step, watch the dog shit[Chorus:]Now I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You Dog[Tak:]Signed a bad deal with a weak videoMaybe if I asked then I wouldn't need serialWouldn't have to beg anybody for shitSpecially to play me like I'm some kind of a bitchEvery other day people just want to swallow my spitLike I'm a plunger just lunge into the domino kitsAnd promoters with the fat headsYou and your chick friendsYou don't even know what rap is, you trippin'47 boots on the chin and I'm marqueeAny niggers heads spinnin' words out of my threeHardiness skill, I'll be a thrill, something that ain't real it's obvious stillSo for the hell of it we dropped another albumShock every freak, artificial intelligenceFrom popped pills get the mag-in-um clickReload if necessary just to handle the kick, bitch[Chorus:]Now I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You DogNow I Wanna Be You DogNow I wanna be your hip-hop nerd