Your Dog Is Dead
You were out walking your dog
Then that mutt started growling
When he was crushed by that log
There was no more howling.
Now your dog is dead
Being pumped with hot lead
Now your pooch has no head
And the ground is so red.
Where is your mutt right now?
He got whacked; oh but how?
There's no more cute bow wow
On a sandwich, served as cow.
Where's your dog? He's dirt and bones
Oh how you cried, Spike died alone
You have grieved and you have moaned
As he died, he whined and groaned.
The death of your pets has you stressed
Your ass is popping pills because you're depressed
When your dog attacked me, he was blessed
To dog-like living, you devils have regressed.
Just the other night, your dog was barking
I backed over her as I was parking.
Hauled into court, you called me an outlaw
Your dog was crushed dead and purely raw.
Your pet was served with wine and cheese
In a Chinese restaurant, passing "mad dog disease.
"I am that figure who crept in the fog
You say, "he's that nigger who killed my dog.
"I saw your dogs running in the park
I had my knife creeping in the dark
With scenes so grim and realities so stark
All of a sudden, there's no more barks.
The neighbors fear me as never was
And they do so just because- I said:
Your dog is dead
And he's missing his head
The ground is covered in red
All the other pets have fled
The neighbors fear the words I've said
Because their cats and dogs have bled
And the pet's blood I have shed
Now your pets are on slices of bread
From the street carryouts you're fed
Steak and cheese slices of Ted.
It was an accident when I killed your cat
I had to get rid of the baseball bat
I didn't mean to kill your little white rats
Now the police is asking where their dogs be at?
I'm the first suspect for every missing pet
As to who done it, they're placing bets
Another hearing in your courts has been set
They say I'm responsible, they haven't proven that yet.
The snow is covered with spots of red
What can I say? Your dog is dead!
A few police dogs have turned up missin'
Coming to my house with warrants to do fishin'.
Upon your mouths your dogs would lick
Giving you his germs and making you sick.
Like I said before, your dog is dead
I know not what happened to his head.
Copyright © 2001 Aquil Aziz. All rights reserved.
Then that mutt started growling
When he was crushed by that log
There was no more howling.
Now your dog is dead
Being pumped with hot lead
Now your pooch has no head
And the ground is so red.
Where is your mutt right now?
He got whacked; oh but how?
There's no more cute bow wow
On a sandwich, served as cow.
Where's your dog? He's dirt and bones
Oh how you cried, Spike died alone
You have grieved and you have moaned
As he died, he whined and groaned.
The death of your pets has you stressed
Your ass is popping pills because you're depressed
When your dog attacked me, he was blessed
To dog-like living, you devils have regressed.
Just the other night, your dog was barking
I backed over her as I was parking.
Hauled into court, you called me an outlaw
Your dog was crushed dead and purely raw.
Your pet was served with wine and cheese
In a Chinese restaurant, passing "mad dog disease.
"I am that figure who crept in the fog
You say, "he's that nigger who killed my dog.
"I saw your dogs running in the park
I had my knife creeping in the dark
With scenes so grim and realities so stark
All of a sudden, there's no more barks.
The neighbors fear me as never was
And they do so just because- I said:
Your dog is dead
And he's missing his head
The ground is covered in red
All the other pets have fled
The neighbors fear the words I've said
Because their cats and dogs have bled
And the pet's blood I have shed
Now your pets are on slices of bread
From the street carryouts you're fed
Steak and cheese slices of Ted.
It was an accident when I killed your cat
I had to get rid of the baseball bat
I didn't mean to kill your little white rats
Now the police is asking where their dogs be at?
I'm the first suspect for every missing pet
As to who done it, they're placing bets
Another hearing in your courts has been set
They say I'm responsible, they haven't proven that yet.
The snow is covered with spots of red
What can I say? Your dog is dead!
A few police dogs have turned up missin'
Coming to my house with warrants to do fishin'.
Upon your mouths your dogs would lick
Giving you his germs and making you sick.
Like I said before, your dog is dead
I know not what happened to his head.
Copyright © 2001 Aquil Aziz. All rights reserved.
posted by Aquil Aziz at 8:42 PM
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