Twiztid – Hound Dogs

Twiztid – Hound Dogs Lyrics

Artist: Twiztid
Song: Hound Dogs

Hound doggin this muthuf#cka
Raise up off my nizzgas
Get off my nuts
Get off me, b#tch

Ah sh#t, muthuf#ckin’ 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

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
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
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
And then me

To Violent J’s dick
To Blaze’s dick
Try to grope us with they paws
g#dd#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
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
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 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 b#tch
It’s me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Ms. Crowberries chemistry class

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?

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 #ss 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 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 dick
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 g#dd#mn
My lips is crusty

My feets is musty
Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty
I ain’t had p#ss# in eleven years
I been dead

Ain’t nobody 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
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
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’

Shit
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 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 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
I despise how you perpetrate like a juggalo
But you ain’t down muthaf#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

Muthaf#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

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#tt#es

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 balls
Psychopathic out like Biggie Smalls

Dark Lotus little biatch
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Twiztid Lyrics – Hound Dogs

Please support our site by sharing it.
And please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all your favourite songs.

Release Year: 2007