Hound Dogs - Insane Clown Posse

Shit, motherfuckin' hound dogs, 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 back to the end of the line

Like the hoe said, «You's my cousin like my mamma

And your mamma are sisters or something»

Oh yeah, we down, go ahead, let 'em in blah nuckle

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

In fact, hoe, fuck out my bus

Ask questions like a mute but they down to front

You see 'em, come, you see, go, you see 'em come again

From my dick to Twiztids dick and then me

To Violent J’s dick then Blazes dick

Try to grope us with their balls, goddamn hound dogs

Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay

Hound dogs ain’t got shit to say

Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

What’s the whole meanin' of a hound dog?

What butt sniffin', dick lickin', all kinda role, 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 runnin' side to back like sianak

Ain’t nothin' wrong with givin' me props

But actin' like the punk ass cop swingin' off my nuts

Gotta stop walk around spreadin' rumors like you know

'Cuz you heard me tell a hoe after a show

Only I don’t play that shit one bit

Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick

Psychopathic bitch boy meet the axe

Specializin' splittin' hound dogs backs

Plottin' against the whole world of facts

So get off my dick and I’m out like that, alright

Y’all wait, come here, oh my god, you don’t remember me?

Nah, I had a crush on you for like 9 years

I don’t know you, fat bitch, it’s me

Jenny, I sat behind you in Ms. Crawberry’s chemistry class

Bitch, I ain’t even go to school

No, I’m saying if you were to sit there it would’ve been the shit

You think you could sign my shirt?

He-he-he-he-he

Yeah, I remember school, hoes back then like 'Joe Bruce-eeww'

Years passed by and look I’m a start, now all them hoes like 'Joe Bruce-ahh'

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»

Missed me with all that, I ain’t changed any

Look at me, I make Big Pun look skinny

I’m ugly as fuck, resemblin' a cling-on

Hoes still let me give my ding-a-ling a swing on

What’s up with these pop kids buyin' my shit, Mainstream?

Groupies, get off my dick, I wanna see real juggalos at shows

Fuck these backstreet richies fake hoes

Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay

Hound dogs ain’t got shit to say

Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

You don’t even know who the fuck I am

That bitch’s like «Who's his friend»

Goddamn, my lips is crusty, my feet is musty

Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty

I ain’t had pussy in eleven years

I been dead, ain’t nobody sheadin' tears

Look, bitch, I don’t give a fuck about fame

Glock cocked 'cuz you bitches

'Cuz I’m married to the game

Ain’t no shame for the shit I speak

Slap hound dog bitches in the face for weeks

Freak, I see you hatin' on my Raiders cap

When back in the day you was all about

That shot that ass out back in '89

Berry wearin' lopes and is clocked for mine

Rose from the dead with the lotus clique

My gun played out and I ain’t changin' shit

Hey, aren’t you Monoxide Child?

That’s right, bitch

Right the skinny one, my best friend John’s supposed to be cousins

With you or somethin', Who?

So like I figured if you give me your phone number

I could give it to him and maybe

We all could hang out or something, whatever

Oh my god, it’s Blaze, hey, dead homie, you’s a hound dog, bitch

Allow me, smack your face riding on my dick

How my nuts taste?

Every place that I go

Somebody want a photograph or an autograph

Can I get a tap, how did y’all get started

Your shit is really tight and what be motivatin' y’all

To grab a pen and write, listen here

Bitch, I’m a killer in disguise, Twiztid, motherfucker

With the milk white eyes I despise

While you try to perpetrate like a juggalo

But you ain’t down, motherfucker, you’s a jugga-hoe

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 all of y’all

Motherfucker with that bitch ass hound dog face

My ass cracks exposed, go ahead and get a taste

Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay

Hound dogs ain’t got shit to say

Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

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 juggalo’s don’t want no picture

They just walk up like, «What up, ninja?»

After that they give a fuck where I’m headin'

Their like fuck him, we’re lookin' for neden

And I don’t need any more free tattoos

Got my arms lookin' like Motley Crues

I could be talkin' to the finest bitch 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 ya down in the parkin' lot

Do I think I’m better 'cuz neden comes easy?

For sheezy bitch, bottom line, y’all get off our balls

Psychopathic out like Biggy Smalls