Styles Of Beyond - Be Your Dog lyrics

rate me

Hmmm.

Ya, It's Megadef

What you know bout Chepshots

Ya (Ya), Yo (Yo)

What you know about Tak (Tak)

What you know about Ryu (Faggot)

What You know about this huh (ahhhhh)

Another half ass hit out now

We used to chill till the mother f (Screech) did our style

It's kinda funny how

You and your friends of small towns

Act like got something big, to drawn down, silly

Prolly confuse serve it up to shock

Cause when you rhyme you sound like bolt combust combine

Don't act like you don't know

You and your crew couldn't hold it down solo

Your full of poop, so I'm a scoop the fecies and put it in a pamper

Let it drag and any time you call I won't answer

Won't get a cab and ride for free

You a little kitten that shouldn't of climbed the tree

Now your stuck with the truth, till we dig up the bones

I feel pregnant, birth to my visible clones

So for nine months I'm back rap, watch them grow

With your back pack clown you sound sloppy though, c'mon

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Listen Up Faggot! (Ahhhhhhhhh!)

Knock, knock come off the damn platinum

Stab back and drop the plaque, pop, pop

So cock the magnum

Walk, walk blow shots off at random

While you with Tak

We don't stop the anthem, get my flow back

Low jack, phone tap punk the Pink Panther

Give me a sol clap, click clack, rip that

Snap necks quicker then Kit-Kats

Knick-Knack paddy whack pistol whip, pump the jams up

Wild west SOB's shit's bonanza

Who the fuck wants it

Spits guitar picks

Slit you neck with a Bic razor across it, uh

Knock the bitch lead singer unconscious

No pets, so don't step, watch the dog shit

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Signed a bad deal with a weak video

Maybe if I asked then I wouldn't need serial

Wouldn't have to beg anybody for shit

Specially to play me like I'm some kind of a bitch

Every other day people just want to swallow my spit

Like I'm a plunger just lunge into the domino kits

And promoters with the fat heads

You and your chick friends

You don't even know what rap is, you trippin'

47 boots on the chin and I'm marquee

Any niggers heads spinnin' words out of my three

Hardiness skill, I'll be a thrill, something that ain't real it's obvious still

So for the hell of it we dropped another album

Shock every freak, artificial intelligence

From popped pills get the mag-in-um click

Reload if necessary just to handle the kick, bitch

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I Wanna Be You Dog

Now I wanna be your hip-hop nerd