作曲 : Clark, Insane Clown Posse ...
(violent j)
Hound dogez mutha*******er
Get off my nizos
Get off my nutz
Get off my *******!
Verse 1-*******gy 2 ****
*******t mutha*******in hound doggz, what?
Swinging from my ******* so hard, it's like i got a third nut
And look, i dont care who you know *******,
Looking fine, get the ******* 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 ******* in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(crack!)
Infact hoe , ******* off my bus
Ask questions like a mut but they down to *******?(no)
You see em go ,you see em go ,you see em come again
>from my ******* to twiztid's ******* and then
To violent j's ******* to blaze's *******, try to grope us wit they paws
Goddamn hound dogz!
Chorus
"bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
"hound dogz aint got *******t 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, ******* licking, all kinds of rouges yall
Im in a club, smoking on a *******
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 *******t you heard me say to a hoe after a show
Homie, i dont play that *******t one bit
******* around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic ******* boy, peep the axe
Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back
Plotting against the whole world of facts
So get off my ******* and im out like that
Interlude
(jamie maddrox)
Alright yall
(some *******)
Wait, commere!
Oh my god, you dont remember me?
(jamie maddrox)
Nah...
(some *******)
I had a crush on you for like nine years
(jamie maddrox)
I dont know you fat *******!
(some *******)
It's me, jenny
I sat behind you in mrs. coberry's chemistry class
(jamie maddrox)
******* i didn't even go to school
(some *******)
No, im saying if you were to sit there it would of been the *******t
Think you could sign my *******rt?
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 ******* 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 ******* resembling a kligon
Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on
What's up wit these pop kids buying my *******t?
Main street groupies get off my *******
I wanna see real juggalos at shows
******* these backstreet richy fake hoes
Chorus x2
Verse 4-blaze
You dont even know who the ******* i am
Yet ******* 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 ******* in eleven years
I been dead, aint nobody shedding tears (no)
Look ******* i dont give a ******* about fame
Got ******* for ya *******, cause im married to the game
Aint no change to the *******t i spit
Site outlaw ******* 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 *******t (nope)
Interlude
(some *******)
Hey aren't you monoxide child?
(monoxide child)
That's right *******
(some *******)
Right.... the skinny one
My best friend john is supposed to be cousin's with you or something
(monoxide child)
Who?
(some *******)
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)
*******iiit
(some *******)
Whateva, oh my god it's blaze
Hey dude call me!
Verse 5- monoxide child
Youse a hound dog *******, and i smack ya face
Ridding on my *******, 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 *******t is really tight
And what be motivating yall to grab the pen and write
Listen hear little *******, im the killer in disguise
Twiztid mutha*******a wit the milk white eyes
I despise how ya　purpatrate like a juggalo
But you aint down, mutha*******a 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
Mutha*******az wit the ******* ass hound dog face (yeah)
My ass crack's exposed, go ahead and get a taste
Chorus x2
Verse 6- violent j
Mutha*******in hound dogz mutha*******a
I got more *******t to say
Yo yo
It be the same hound dogz in differant cities
Staring at me like im a set of *******
Autographing t*******rts hats and sox
And this ******* dont even know riddle box
Real juggalos dont want no picture
They just walk up like "what up ninja"
After that, they give a ******* where im heading
The're like ******* 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 ******* 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 *******
Bottom line yalls
Get off our *******
Psychopathic out like biggie-smalls
"cant ******* with dark lotus biiiiiitch!"