Lyrics:
Clay Perry i’m a problem to theses cats
Like a dog off the leash
I am probably the baddest that is
As far as this rapping goes
I’m never in actor
Hoodie on, Doctor Doom
Call Stark, let it boom
I'm needing all the loot
Big shark on the loose
Trapping underneath the moon
Bad bitch, need a room
The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth
The dog's a vapor
Belched by earth
The dog's a vapor
Belched by earth
There's something in you
'Tis the dog's
Imma dog imma dog I can't help it
But I heard all dawgs go to heaven
He gone putchu thru some shit just to test you
They gone trick you off
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
that don't, dog
Because people don't realize that the doctors are the good guys
But they answer to the ones with the supply
So, you have a choice
They
Told us Dr king was
Assassinated when in fact
He survived the shot that was fired not by
James Earl Ray, but by
Memphis Police officer
Frank
and died
He went up to heaven, located his dog
After that, he rejoined his arm
Below all the critics, they took it all back
Cancer robbed the whore
in and helped pull me out
Now the years they rolled by and old Shep he grew old
His eye sight at last it grew dim
Then one day the doctor looked
and died
He went up to heaven, located his dog
After that, he rejoined his arm
Below all the critics, they took it all back
Cancer robbed the whore
Girl gone let your hair down, I'm deep off in your emotions, and I can be your doctor baby, got your diagnosis, come step inside my office, I'll
The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth
The dog's a vapour
Belched by earth
The dog's a vapour
Belched by earth.
There's something in you.
Tis the dog's
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
The situation never gone arye
We bring our hands to the Lord above
Meet at heavens gate lead'll fly
My dogs gon eat tonight coz we blessed
Imma relieve them
dogs up in heaven
Looking hell of fresh
I seen the notice
Of my dogs death up on ZNS
That shit done ripped a hole in my chest
That shit done made me so
Men with guide dogs
Design wars, it's the final call
Phony money and economics
That's the shit predicted by the prophets
Black guns, Black Helicopters
no good doctor fi you get dressing
Yow a hell mi a raise when mi a seh no heaven
Dem don't have to kill, dem a party freak
Me park the jeep on the lane
2x) (friendly fire) medic, i need a doctor / what do you mean he's working on Eminem, where's dr. carter / retired ? fuck / I got cha dog
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
As almost she's got the heaven
Baby, you're a perfect
bad, but he couldn't cry
His dog was run over, his wife up and left him
And after that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was laughed
but he couldn't cry
His dog was run over
His wife up and left him
After that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in a war
Was laughed at by a whore
and died
Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog
Not only that, but he rejoined his arm
Down below, all the critics, they loot it all back
Cancer
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