All you bitches put your naps together
And all you niggas put your dicks together

Bitch hoo
Day hay
De haa

She blew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees
I went coconuts
Dip my Dunkin' between your Donut
Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch
Fathership touch ground like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
White boys cut my toupee
Seventh day rester, or screenplay
I slump MC slay, it ain't nothin' to bust ass
Bullet him, get him fast
Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash
The dog piss on MCs like trees
Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

Yeah hay
De haa
(And you bitch ass niggarettes)
Bitch hoo

Let that bitch know

Shame on a nuh, who tried to step tuh
The Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your uh
Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight
It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight

Stankin' ass hoes

You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit
Never had shit, so you won't be shit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
On my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down

Doo Doo Brown!
Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out
Here comes Rover, sniffin' at your ass
But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
That means ho, you been shitted on
I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn

Hoo yeah hey e haa
Hoo yeah hey
This is dedicated to all y'all bitches
De hah
Hoo yeah hey ne haa

Fuck y'all

Fuck is y'all niggas, Soul II Soul?
Y'all look like some nasty backup dancers for En Vogue
Lil' nasty R&B niggas
Yo, you look like, you look like you was break dancin' in a lil' video
Spinnin' on his lips

What's up wit' bookworm? What's up wit' bookworm?

Nigga, what's up wit' your Speak and Spell shoes?
Fisher Price My First Timberlands
This shits is old, nigga
You gotta get some Chukkas, fucka
Nigga got on a Lamont Sanford dress shirt
"Whaddaya want, ya big dummy?"

As for me, nigga?

And as for you, you DJ Kat Show shirt wearin' ass nigga
Your shirt look like a dish rag
Nigga, your shirt look like a curtain
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Dog Sh*t Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan – Dog Sh*t Lyrics