Hound Dogs

Lyrics

[Intro: Violent J] Hound dog ass muthafucka… Raise up off my nizzos Get off my nuts! Get off me bitch! [Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope, Jamie Madrox] Shit, muthafuckin' hound dogs, what? (What?) Swingin' from my balls so hard, it's like I got a third nut And look, I don't care who you know, bitch Lookin' fine, get the fuck to the back of the line Lyin to hoes, sayin' you my cousin Like my momma and your momma are sisters or somethin' Oh yeah, we down, go ahead, let 'em in Blah! Knuckle hammers to the chin Be down with me and I'll be down back Put my dick in your mouth? You're gonna hear your neck snap (Crack!) In fact ho, fuck out my bus! Ask questions like a mutt but ain't 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 with they paws Goddamn hound dogs! [Chorus] Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (C'mon!) Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Yeah, hahahaha!) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (C'mon!) Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone (Uh!) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (C'mon!) Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Yeah!) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (Give it to me!) Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone [Verse 2: Monoxide] What's the whole meanin of a hound dog? (What?) Butt sniffin', dick lickin', all kinda rub 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're like "Sign that" Ain't nothin' wrong with givin' me props, but actin' like the punk ass cops And swingin' off my nuts has gotta stop Walk around, spreadin' rumors like you know Sayin shit you heard me tell a ho, after a show Homie, I don't play that shit one bit Fuck around and get your head cut off rite quick Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe Specializin' in splittin' the hound dog backs Plottin against the whole world in facts So get off my dick, and I'm out like that! [Interlude: Jamie Madrox] Alright y'all Wait, come here! Oh my God, you don't remember me? Nah... 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. Croberry's chemistry class Bitch I ain't even go to school! No, I'm saying if you were to sit there It would have been the shit Umm, you think you could sign my shirt? [Verse 3: Violent J] Yeah, I remember school, hoes back then was like "Joe Bruce? Ewwww!" Years pass by, and look I'm a star, now all 'em hoes 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 "Well 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 Klingon 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 richy fake hoes! [Chorus] Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (C'mon!) Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Whut?) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (C'mon!) Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone (Yeah!) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (C'mon!) Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Uh!) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (C'mon!) Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone (Whut? Yeah! Uh!) [Verse 4: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Y'all don't even know who the fuck I am Yet bitches like "Who's his friend?" Goddamn! My lips is crusty, my feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my inch is dusty I ain't had pussy in eleven years I been dead, ain't nobody sheddin' tears Look bitch, I don't give a fuck about fame Glock cocked for you bitches, 'cause I'm married to the game Ain't no shame 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 Buried wearin' Locs and this clock of mine Rose from the dead with the Lotus clique My guns played out, and I ain't changin' shit! (Nope) [Interlude: Monoxide] Hey, aren't you Monoxide Child? That's right bitch Right....the skinny one. My best friend John supposed to be cousins with you or something Who? So like, I figured if you give me your phone number I can give it to him, and maybe we can all hang out or something Shit Whatever Oh my God it's Blaze! HEY DEAD HOMIE! [Verse 5: Jamie Madrox] You's a hound dog bitch, and I will smack your face Ridin' on my dick, now how my nuts taste? Every place that I go somebody want a photograph Or an autograph or "Can I get a dap?" "How did y'all get started, y'all shit is really tight" "And what be motivatin' y'all to grab a pen and write?" Listen hear lil' bitch, I'm the killer in disguise Twiztid muthafucka with the milk white eyes I despise how you try to perpetrate like a Juggalo But you ain't down, muthafucka, you's a Jugga-ho Hey ho 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 eighty pound punch for each and every one of y'all Muthafuckas with the bitch ass hound dog face My ass crack's exposed, go on 'head and get a taste [Chorus] Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (C'mon) Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (That's right) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (Uh) Give a dog a bone (Uh), give a dog a bone (Uh) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (Hehehe, nah!) Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Muthafuckin' hound dogs muthafucka!) Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (Hehehe! I got more shit to say!) Give a dog a bone (No!), give a dog a bone (No!) [Verse 6: Violent J] 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 Riddle Box Real Juggalos don't want no picture They just walk up like "Whaddup Ninja?" After that, they give a fuck where I'm headin' They're like "Fuck him, we're lookin' for neden" And I don't need any more free tattoos Got my arms lookin' like Mötley Crüe's I can be talkin' 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 you down in the parking lot Do I think I'm better 'cause neden comes easy? Fo' sheezy, bitch! Bottom line y'alls, get off our balls Psychopathic out like Biggie-Smalls [Outro: Jamie Madrox] Can't fuck with Dark Lotus, little bitch!