Twiztid: Hound dogs

Hound Dogez muthaphucker Get off my nizos get off my nutz get off my bitch! Verse 1-Shaggy 2 Dope Shit Muthaphuckin hound doggz, WHAT? Swinging from my balls so hard, it's like i got a third nut And look, I dont care who you know bitch, looking fine, get the fuck to the back of the line Liar hoe, saying you mah Cousin like my momma and your momma sister's or something Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in BLAH!!!!!!!!!! Knuckle hammers to the chin Get down wit me, and ill be down back Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(CRACK!) Infact hoe , fuck off my bus ask questions like a mut but they down to fuck?(NO) You see em go ,you see em go ,you see em come again >From my dick to Twiztid's dick and then To Violent J's dick to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws GODDAMN HOUND DOGZ! Chorus "Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" "Hound dogz aint got shit to say" "Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" "Givva dog a bone, Givva a dog a Bone" X2 Verse 2- Jamie Maddrox What's the whole meaning of a hound dog? (What?) Butt sniffing, dick licking, all kinds of rouges yall Im in a club, smoking on a square Step on out to get alil freshair But i cant do that, I get attacked like a Cardiac People rush front ta back, like sign that Aint nuttin wrong wit giving me props But acting like the punk ass cops And swinging off my nutts has gotta stop Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know Saying shit you heard me say to a hoe after a show Homie, I dont play that shit one bit Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back Plotting against the whole world of facts So get off my dick and im out like that Interlude (Jamie Maddrox) Alright yall (Some bitch) Wait, commere! Oh my god, you dont remember me? (Jamie Maddrox) Nah... (Some Bitch) I had a crush on you for like nine years (Jamie Maddrox) I dont know you fat bitch! (Some Bitch) It's me, Jenny I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class (Jamie Maddrox) Bitch I didn't even go to school (Some Bitch) No, Im saying if you were to sit there it would of been the shit Think you could sign my shirt? Verse 3- Violent J Hehehehehehehehe, yeah I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww" Years passed by, and look im a star, now all those hoes like "Joe Bruce ahhhh" Im still that nerdy ass voodoo nut Now i got hound dogz sniffing my butt I can have a worm hanging out of my dick hole And they be like "Oh i think it's cute tho hehe" Missed me wit all that, I aint changed any Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny Im ugly as FUCK resembling a Kligon Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on What's up wit these pop kids buying my shit? Main street groupies get off my dick I wanna see real juggalos at shows Fuck these backstreet richy fake hoes Chorus X2 Verse 4-Blaze You dont even know who the fuck i am Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn! My lips is crusty, my feets is musty Lift up my nuttz, and my itch is dusty I aint had pussy in eleven years I been dead, aint nobody shedding tears (No) Look bitch i dont give a fuck about fame Got cock for ya bitches, cause im married to the game Aint no change to the shit i spit Site outlaw bitches for the days and weeks freak I see you hating on my raiders cap But back in the day you were all about that (Sure was) Shot that ass out back in eighty-nine Bury revred oaks and his clock of mind Rose from the dead wit the lotus clique My guns played out, and i aint changing shit (nope) Interlude (Some Bitch) Hey aren't you Monoxide Child? (Monoxide Child) That's right bitch (Some Bitch) Right.... the skinny one My best friend John is supposed to be cousin's with you or something (Monoxide Child) Who? (Some Bitch) So I figure you can give me your phone number And i can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something (Monoxide Child) Shiiiit (Some Bitch) Whateva, Oh my god it's Blaze HEY DUDE CALL ME! Verse 5- Monoxide Child Youse a hound dog bitch, and i smack ya face Ridding on my dick, now how my nutz taste? Everywhere i go somebody want an photograph or an autograph or can i get a tap How'd yall get started, ya shit is really tight And what be motivating yall to grab the pen and write Listen hear little bitch, im the killer in disguise Twiztid muthaphucka wit the milk white eyes I despise how ya purpatrate like a juggalo But you aint down, muthaphucka you a juggahoe Hey hoe you afraid of the facts Never packing a gat, and always seen wit an axe (Jump) Take another picture and I break ya jaw Got an eighty pound punch for every one of yall Muthaphuckaz wit the bitch ass hound dog face (yeah) My ass crack's exposed, go ahead and get a taste Chorus X2 Verse 6- Violent J muthaphuckin Hound dogz muthaphucka I got more shit to say Yo yo It be the same hound dogz in differant cities Staring at me like im a set of titties Autographing Tshirts hats and sox And this bitch dont even know Riddle Box Real Juggalos dont want no picture They just walk up like "What up Ninja" After that, they give a fuck where im heading The're like Fuck him we looking for nedden And i dont need anymore free tattoos Got my arms looking like Motley Crue's I can be talking to the finest bitch in the land And you 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 parking lot Do i think im better cause nedden comes easy? For-Sheze Bitch Bottom line yalls Get off our balls Psychopathic out like Biggie-Smalls "Cant fuck with Dark Lotus Biiiiiitch!"