Lyrics:
Buster
In junkyard society
We're repelled by all propriety
Humility and modesty
Good manners and sobriety
We always gulp our meat
Our coats are
You'd better do right by me
I don't forgive just anything
Tread on my toe you ought to know
I'm gonna be a junkyard dog about it
You better not
As written by the messenger
Pigeons of Hell's Kitchen
Thank you for the dollar, hope you dig it
Clap once for the junkyard punks
Good, clap twice for
provides
Allergic to the drugs that might calm him down
He became wild, a second junkyard hound
Speaking of the first dog, a shepherd, white, suspicious by
the feral cats hate those dirty rats
And the junkyard dogs just drool and laugh
Now the tensions high in the cool of the night
The gangs all here it's time
quieter for an old dog like me. My ears can’t take the loud noises of the city anymore. Especially when I'm surrounded by such thick fog and I’m relying
frames
With some gasoline drawers I'll be going to Hell
Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of jail
I got Junkyard Dogs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper
friends
And said I don't think so man
Yeah all blowed up like a loud mouth pup
Never been in a junkyard fight
But if you're going to bark at the big dog
Wait a minute ...this isn’t near the junkyard! Where am I?!
As the fog was so thick, Lucky had in fact gone wrong and missed his turning off
a significant source of smog in cities. We can save energy by making sure we turn off any lights and electronics when we're not using them to reduce the smog
the bitch
But fuck being a hero
Dog ass nigga and my leash came from Goyard
My whip from a graveyard
Yours from a junkyard
Everything new but you already knew
dogs stand on top of cars
It's a junkyard, try me I make em fetch, nigga
I'm with it
He with it
She with it
We with it
No kidding
We all from
(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage
In a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool
(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin' 'cross the stage
In a motherfuckin' rage like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool
that's
Surrounded by smoke
In a trailer in the middle of hell
Nobody know it's the junkyard hannibal lec
Snatch the first grabbable tec
And look for any
but as of now I'm over it
A big dog, a Doberman, breaking through red rover hands
No longer inhibited, I'm on an expedition
Use my ambition, pave a way
the cradle will rock
I'm like the peacock on N-B-C, nothin' but cock
I pump, pump pump it up yo, like a Reebok
Hey, I don't sell junk, but I'm a Junkyard
grander
More digits processed by my banker
Them say that I aim to high
But that's cause I see
Greatness as the standard
Man dem always think thats its
Nigga the other day
Another one
Time gone come
Wall, ay
Ain't trying to die young
Too many leaving one by one
Just lost my nigga the other day
Fuck
fine.
But you don't like our kind. Do you?
Junkyard Dog. Hot tin roofs cradle kittens with them sub par flaws.
Rappin is my radio, graffiti is my TV.
in the mail he got the message
My ambition as a rider been filled up with drugs and violence
Fuck the DEA they keep on tryna' take all my narcotics
I
hoein' ain't no fun (but I can prove it!)
You ain't got no ambition
Gone fishin,'
By a shady, wady pool (shangri-la! really la!)
I'm wishin'
I could
hoein' ain't no fun (but I can prove it!)
You ain't got no ambition
Gone fishin,'
By a shady, wady pool (shangri-la! really la!)
I'm wishin'
I could
a bucket of creosote
Rusty junkyard nails sticking straight up through the floor
The breath has gone away from this house
It's a dog in the car in
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