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blaze ya dead homie - hound dogs (featuring twiztid & insane clown posse) lyrics

hound d-gg-n this muthuf-cka
raise up off my nizzogs
get off my nuts
get off me b-tch
ah sh-t muthuf-ckin hound dogs what?
swingin from my b-lls so hard it’s like i got a third nut
and look yo
i don’t care who you know
b-tch what the f-ck
get the f-ck 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
baah! knuckle hammers to the chin
be down with me and i’ll be down back
put my d-ck in your mouth
you gonna hear your neck snap (crack)
in fact, hoe f-ck out my bus
ask questions like a mutt
but ain’t down to f-ck
you see em come
you see em go
you see em come again
from my d-ck to twiztid’s d-ck
and then me
to violent j’s d-ck
to blaze’s d-ck
try to grope us with they paws
godd-mn hound dogs
bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
hound dogs ain’t got sh-t 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 sh-t 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
b-tt sniffin, d-ck 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 (b-tch)
ain’t nuthin wrong with giving me props
but actin like the punk -ss cops
and swingin off my nuts has gotta stop
walk around, spreading rumors like you know
sayin sh-t you heard me tell a hoe after a show
homey i don’t play that sh-t one bit
f-ck around and get your head cut off right quick
psychopathic b-tch boy peep the axe
specializing in splittin the hound dog backs
plottin against the whole world of facts
so get off my d-ck 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 b-tch
it’s me jenny
i sat behind you in ms. crowberries chemistry cl-ss
b-tch i ain’t even go to school
no i’m saying if you were to sit there
it would be the sh-t
do you think you could sign my shirt?
hehehe
yeah i remember school
hoes back then was like joe bruce ewww
years p-ss by and look i’m a star
now all them hoes are like joe bruce ahhhh
i’m still that nerdy -ss voodoo nut
now i got hound dogs sniffin my b-tt
i could have a worm hangin out of my d-ck 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 f-ck resembling a cling-on
hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling a swing on
what up with these pop kids buyin my sh-t
mainstream groupies get off my d-ck
i wanna see real juggalos at shows
f-ck these backstreet richie fake hoes
bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
hound dogs ain’t got sh-t 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 sh-t 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 f-ck i am
yet b-tches like you’s his friend godd-mn
my lips is crusty
my feets is musty
lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty
i ain’t had p-ssy in eleven years (what?)
i been dead (oh)
ain’t n-body sheddin tears
look b-tch i don’t give a f-ck about fame
got c-ck for you b-tches cause i’m married to the game
ain’t no sh-t to the sh-t i speak
slap hound dog b-tches 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 -ss 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 sh-t (nope)
hey aren’t you monoxide child?
that’s right b-tch
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
shiiiit
whatever
oh my god it’s blaze
hey dead homey!
you’s a hound dog b-tch allow me to smack your face
ridin on my d-ck 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 sh-t is really tight
and what be motivatin y’all to grab a pen and write?
listen here little b-tch i’m the killer in disguise
twiztid m-th-f-cka with them milk white eyes
i despise how you perpatrate like a juggalo
but you ain’t down m-th-f-cka
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
m-th-f-ckas with the b-tch -ss hound dog face
my -ss cracks exposed go ahead and get a taste
bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
hound dogs ain’t got sh-t 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 sh-t to say (m-th-f-ckin hound dog muthuf-cka)
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 t-tties
autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks
and this b-tch 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 f-ck where i’m headin
they’re like f-ck 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 b-tch 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 b-tch
bottom line y’alls get off our b-lls
psychopathic out like biggie smalls
dark lotus little b–tch

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