Hound doggin this muthufucka   Raise up off my nizzgas   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   Bah! 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?   He, he, he      Yeah I remember school   Hoes back then was like Joe Bruce eww   Years pass by and look I'm a star   Now all them hoes are 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, 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'   Shit   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 perpetrate 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