Hound Dogs chords by Blaze, Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid
Verse 1
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Hound dog ass motherfucker,
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raise up off my nizzles,
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get off my nuts, get off me bitch!
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Shit, motherfuckin' hound dogs,
what?
Swingin' from my bar so hard
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it's like I got a third nut
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And look, I don't care who you know,
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bitch, lookin' fine
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Get the fuck to the back of the line
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Line the hoes in, you my cousin
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Like my momma an d your
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momma's sisters
and somethin'
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Oh yeah, we down, go ahead,
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let em' in
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Be there with me and I'll
be down back
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Put my dick in your mouth,
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you're gonna hear your neck snap
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In fact, hoe, fuck out my bus
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Ask questions like I'm Mutt,
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but ain't down to fuck
You see him come, you see him go,
you see him come again
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From my dick to Twisted's dick
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And then me to Violet J's dick
To Blaze's dick
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Try to grope us with they paws
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Goddamn hound dogs
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Bow wow wow, woopie do do do
Come on
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
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Bow wow wow, woopie do do do
Come on
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Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
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Bow wow wow, woopie do do do
Come on
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
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Bow wow wow, woopie do do do
Give it to me
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Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
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What's the whole meaning
of a hound dog?
What?
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Butt sniffin',
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dick lickin' all kinda wrong,
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y 'all I'm in the club,
smokin' on the square
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Step on out to get a little fresh
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Yeah, but I can't do that,
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I get attacked like a cardiac
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People rushin' front to back,
I like side naps, bitch
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Ain't nothin' wrong with
givin' me props,
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but actin' like the punk -ass cops
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I'm swingin' off my nuts,
it's gotta stop
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Walk around,
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spreadin' rumors like you know
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Sayin' shit you heard me
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tell a ho after a show
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Oh, man, I don't play that shit one bit
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Fuck around and get your head cut off
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right quick
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Psy chopathic bitch, boy, peep the ax
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Specializin' in splittin'
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a hound dog's backs
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Plottin' against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick,
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and I'm out like that
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Uh, alright y 'all
Wait, come here, oh my god,
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you don't remember me?
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No I had a crush on you for like nine years
I don't know you fat bitch
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It's me, Jenny, I sat behind you
in Miss Crowberry's chemistry class
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Bitch, I ain't even go to school
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No, I'm saying if you
were to sit there,
it would have been the shit
Get off Bitch, I -
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You you can sign my shirt?
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Yeah, I remember school,
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hoes back then was like Joe Bruce, ew!
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Years pass by, and look, I'm a star
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Now all them hoes like,
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Joe Brewster
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I'm still that nerdy -ass voodoo nut
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Now I got hound dogs sniffin' my book
I could have a worm hangin'
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out of my dick hole
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And they'd be like,
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well I think it's cute though
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Miss me with all that,
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I ain't changed any
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Look at me, I make big pun look skimmy
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I'm ugly as fuck, resemblin' a Klingon
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Hoes still let me get my dang
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-a -linga swing on
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What up with these pop kids
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buyin' my shit?
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Mainstream groupies, get off my deck
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I wanna see real chuggalos at shows
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Fuck these Backstreet Richie fake hoes
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Bow bow bow doo dee doh doo dee
Come on
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I'm gon' take that shit to say
What?
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Bow bow bow doo dee doh doo dee
Come on
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Give a dog a bong, give a dog a bong
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Bow bow bow doo dee doh doo dee
Come on
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I'm gon' take that shit to say
Uh
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Bow bow bow doo dee doh doo dee
Come on
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Give a dog a bong, give a dog a bong
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You don't even know
who the fuck I am
Get bitches like, who's his friend?
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Goddamn!
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My lips is crusty, my feet is musty
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Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty
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I ain't had pussy in eleven years
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I been dead,
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ain't nobody sheddin' tears
Look bitch, I don't give a
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fuck about fame
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Got cock for you bitches
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cause I'm married to the game
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Ain't no shame to the shit I speak
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Slap out all bitches in they
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face for weak freak
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I see you hatin' on my Raiders cap
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Went back in the day, ooh,
it's all about that
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Shot that ass out back in 89
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Barry wearing loafs and his clock a mile
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Rose from the dead with the Lotus click
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My drugs played out, nights changing shit
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Hey, aren't
you Monoxide Child?
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That's right, bitch
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Right, the skinny one
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My best friend John's supposed to be
cousins with you or something
Who?
So, like, I figured if you
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give me your phone number,
I can give it to him
And maybe we can all hang
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out or something
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Yeah
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Use a hound dog, bitch,
allow me to smack your face
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Ridin' on my dick
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to how my nuts taste
Every place that I go,
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somebody wanna photograph
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Or an orgnograph, but can I get a daft
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How did y 'all get started,
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y shit is really tight
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And what be motivatin' y 'all
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to grab a pen and write?
Listen here, little bitch,
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I'm the killer in disguise
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Twisted motherfucker
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with the milk -white eyes
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I despise how you try to perpetrate like a Juggalo,
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but you ain't down, motherfucker,
you's a juggaho
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Hey ho, you're afraid of the facts,
never packin' a gap,
and always seen with an axe
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Take another picture
and I'll break your jaw,
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I got an 80 -pound punch
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reaching every one of y 'all
Motherfuckers with the bitch ass,
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hound dog face,
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my ass cracks exposed,
go ahead and get a taste
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Bow, bow, bow, doo -dee -do,
doo -dee -day
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Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
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Bow, bow, doo -dee -do, doo -dee -day
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Give a dog a bone,
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give a dog a bone
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It be the same hound
dogs in different cities
Staring at me like I'm a
set of titties
Autographing t -shirts, hats, and socks
And this bitch don't even know riddle box
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Real juggalos don't want no picture
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They just walk up like, what up, ninja
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After that, they give a fuck
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where I'm headed
They're like, fuck him, we're looking for
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And I don't need any more free tattoos
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Got my arms looking like Motley Crue's
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I could be talking to the
finest bitch in Atlanta
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
netting comes easy?
Fashezy bitch!
Bottom line y 'alls,
get off our balls
Psychopathic out like Biggie Smalls
Hound Dogs
Blaze, Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid
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