Korn Dogz

Lyrics

[Intro] One one Two, two Two [Verse] To get the dough, the Villain'll flow off of Stella D'oro And water go off the head for the slaughter you bet your daughter That liquor only gets you sick quicker Take it from a honorary member of Spitkicker I know it's hot up in that suit with the curly 'fro I'd rather write all night until the early show We don't suggest you let your girly go alone Come home all glowin with the the pearly glow It was the super AKA super sperm Hit her in the chin, told her rub it in like Lubriderm Finished, oh spaz go next Who's fault is it if her face taste like Vazoplex? It ain't funny Ever since a young'un sonny, take the money His first business made each day a grand His only comp, shorty with the spiked lemonade stand That's how he ran his hustle He came with a plan that took least amount of muscle Two for one, dime frogs for the lickin' And all you can eat, Corn dogs for the pickin' A seemingly modest fellow With a DJ's ear and graffiti artist elbow Nose of a Mouse and the brain of two weasels Discovered a name and new strain of the measles He say you accidentally caught it And sold circles and dots to those who could afford it Once you squeezed his face through the gate, it got stuck Too much fake soy-based cheese product Did a scheme and was in it for the Aspercreme Slashed your team, let's see who can make Casper scream Down to the last marine See him as your cable man, sizin' up your plasma screen Instead of doin a jux with pistols Or workin' in the back, cookin' sacks of crystals Or runnin' on logs out in deep water kickin' Corn dogs for the pickin' What up to all you dedicated dads As stated, rap sucks Tucks medicated pads And these rappers need to gather their belongings Or get wrapped up in they extra long thong strings For singin' the wrong things Ain't no delayin', you playin' with the Pong king A nerd with insight and a Urkel smirk Purposefully misplaced invite to your circle jerk A bunch of men in cyphers Fake you out tough guys and make pretend lifers It's still a few loose screws in his face Turn away as he pulled a phrase out his usual place Combination jewel case Almost popped open if it wasn't for the drool space Critics talkin' slick chicken shit to sick men Corn dogs for the pickin Danger Doom [Skit from 12 Oz. Mouse] Sometimes all the capitals They don't know if you're yellin at me or not (Damn) Well not yet Mouse, whatever You a mouse or uh.. (or what?) Or hell I don't know, just thought you were a mouse or somethin I mean you look like a damn mouse... THE mouse (maybe) (Who are you?) I'm the freakin corn dog king!