"Dog Catchers" lyrics
"Dog Catchers"
"We use the word —ger around here sometimes here. 'Cause some fucking —ger heard us say —ger and turned us into Enquirer Magazine. Our career is over. I'm not taking that chance at all."
Yeah, bitch! You's a glorified snitch with a nuclear mullet (Boo!)
I got the name "Dog" engraved on my bullets
Your wife look like a wrestler with fat fake pumpkins (Ha ha!)
She look like the type that like to give you a blumpkin! (Argh!)
Your kids are on meth and you've got crank breath (Wanker!)
I wish you'd come for me I'd introduce you to the death (Pop!)
Fuck your damn lecture (Hurgh!), I'm the dog catcher
Come to the D I'll bet you leave on a stretcher!
Bigot ho, racist fool, pedophile, name it
Rollin' in that Humvee, late on the payment
Arrestin' drunk fucks for twenty-five bucks
Wearin' night time sleeveless T-shirt tux (Huh?)
Sucks to be you, a fake Rambo with no gun
Not even a stun one, you not in the run
From yellin' stop but I don't (No!), you beg but I won't (No!)
You best to go home and score a 8-Ball of dope!
Man, fuck your advice who wanna listen? Stale! (Stale!)
To a fuckin' bigot snitch on your way to jail! (Jail!)
I heard you got arrested and raped in Mexico
The way your blonde wig flow, they did you like a ho! (HO!)
Who would be surprised if your wife had a dick?
Not me (Oh!), I halfway expect that shit!
Just the way you like it ThunderCat hairstyle
Dog the bigot bitch found dead on Eight Mile
Get a job at Walmart, hall security guard (Hehe!)
You could have more jurisdiction and act just as hard
Quit chasin' bail, jumpers, jay-walkers and drunks
Before you get your hair blown off into skull chunks
You ain't a cop, you's a flop, get the fuck off my block!
You a racist, you can fuckin' suck off my cock!
Bounty hunter, you wanna bust me, I bet ya
But you met your motherfuckin' match ho, I'm the dog...
Thanks to Francisco for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Joseph Bruce, Michael Clark
- AZLyrics
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- Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
album:
"The Mighty Death Pop!" (2012)
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