DANGERDOOM - Korn Dogz lyrics
[DANGERDOOM - Korn Dogz lyrics]
One one two, two two
To get the dough
The Villain'll flow off of Stella D'oro
And water go off the head for
The slaughter you bet your daughter
That liquor only gets you sick quicker
Take it from a honorary member of Spitkicker
I know it's hot up in that
Suit with the curly 'fro
I'd rather write all night
Until the early show
We don't suggest you let your girly go alone
Come home all glowin with the the pearly glow
It was the super AKA super sperm
Hit her in the chin
Told her rub it in like Lubriderm
Finished, oh spaz go next
Who's fault is it if her
Face taste like Vazoplex? It ain't funny
Ever since a young'un sonny, take the money
His first business made each day a grand
His only comp
Shorty with the spiked lemonade stand
That's how he ran his hustle
He came with a plan that
Took least amount of muscle
Two for one, dime frogs for the lickin'
And all you can eat
Corn dogs for the pickin'
A seemingly modest fellow
With a DJ's ear and graffiti artist elbow
Nose of a Mouse and the brain of two weasels
Discovered a name and new
Strain of the measles
He say you accidentally caught it
And sold circles and dots to
Those who could afford it
Once you squeezed his face through the gate
It got stuck
Too much fake soy based cheese product
Did a scheme and was in it for the Aspercreme
Slashed your team
Let's see who can make Casper scream
Down to the last marine
See him as your cable man
Sizin' up your plasma screen
Instead of doin a jux with pistols
Or workin' in the back
Cookin' sacks of crystals
Or runnin' on logs out in deep water kickin'
Corn dogs for the pickin'
What up to all you dedicated dads
As stated, rap sucks Tucks medicated pads
And these rappers need to
Gather their belongings
Or get wrapped up in they
Extra long thong strings
For singin' the wrong things
Ain't no delayin'
You playin' with the Pong king
A nerd with insight and a Urkel smirk
Purposefully misplaced invite to
Your circle jerk a bunch of men in cyphers
Fake you out tough guys
And make pretend lifers
It's still a few loose screws in his face
Turn away as he pulled a
Phrase out his usual place
Combination jewel case
Almost popped open if it wasn't
For the drool space
Critics talkin' slick chicken shit
To sick men corn dogs for the pickin
Danger Doom
Sometimes all the capitals
They don't know if you're yellin at me or not
(Damn) Well not yet mouse, whatever
You a mouse or uh (or what?)
Or hell I don't know
Just thought you were a mouse or somethin
I mean you look like a damn mouse tHE mouse
(maybe, Who are you?)
I'm the freakin corn dog king!
To get the dough
The Villain'll flow off of Stella D'oro
And water go off the head for
The slaughter you bet your daughter
That liquor only gets you sick quicker
Take it from a honorary member of Spitkicker
I know it's hot up in that
Suit with the curly 'fro
I'd rather write all night
Until the early show
We don't suggest you let your girly go alone
Come home all glowin with the the pearly glow
It was the super AKA super sperm
Hit her in the chin
Told her rub it in like Lubriderm
Finished, oh spaz go next
Who's fault is it if her
Face taste like Vazoplex? It ain't funny
Ever since a young'un sonny, take the money
His first business made each day a grand
His only comp
Shorty with the spiked lemonade stand
That's how he ran his hustle
He came with a plan that
Took least amount of muscle
Two for one, dime frogs for the lickin'
And all you can eat
Corn dogs for the pickin'
A seemingly modest fellow
With a DJ's ear and graffiti artist elbow
Nose of a Mouse and the brain of two weasels
Discovered a name and new
Strain of the measles
He say you accidentally caught it
And sold circles and dots to
Those who could afford it
Once you squeezed his face through the gate
It got stuck
Too much fake soy based cheese product
Did a scheme and was in it for the Aspercreme
Slashed your team
Let's see who can make Casper scream
Down to the last marine
See him as your cable man
Sizin' up your plasma screen
Instead of doin a jux with pistols
Or workin' in the back
Cookin' sacks of crystals
Or runnin' on logs out in deep water kickin'
Corn dogs for the pickin'
What up to all you dedicated dads
As stated, rap sucks Tucks medicated pads
And these rappers need to
Gather their belongings
Or get wrapped up in they
Extra long thong strings
For singin' the wrong things
Ain't no delayin'
You playin' with the Pong king
A nerd with insight and a Urkel smirk
Purposefully misplaced invite to
Your circle jerk a bunch of men in cyphers
Fake you out tough guys
And make pretend lifers
It's still a few loose screws in his face
Turn away as he pulled a
Phrase out his usual place
Combination jewel case
Almost popped open if it wasn't
For the drool space
Critics talkin' slick chicken shit
To sick men corn dogs for the pickin
Danger Doom
Sometimes all the capitals
They don't know if you're yellin at me or not
(Damn) Well not yet mouse, whatever
You a mouse or uh (or what?)
Or hell I don't know
Just thought you were a mouse or somethin
I mean you look like a damn mouse tHE mouse
(maybe, Who are you?)
I'm the freakin corn dog king!