Текст песни Hound Dogs (Insane Clown Posse) с переводом

Hound dog ass muthafucka…

Raise up off my nizzos

Get off my nuts!

Get off me bitch!

Shit, muthafuckin hound dogs, what?

Swingin from my balls so hard, it’s like I got a third nut

And look, I don’t care who you know, bitch

Lookin fine, get the fuck to the back of the line

Lyin to hoes, sayin you my cousin

Like my momma and your momma are sisters or somethin

Oh yeah, we down, go ahead, let 'em in

Blah! Knuckle hammers to the chin

Be down with me and I’ll be down back

Put my dick in your mouth? You’re gonna hear your neck snap (CRACK!)

In fact ho, fuck out my bus!

Ask questions like a mutt but ain’t down to fuck? (no)

You see ‘em go, you see ‘em go, you see ‘em come again

From my dick to Twiztid’s dick, and then

To Violent J’s dick to Blaze’s Dick, try to grope us with they paws

Goddamn hound dogs!

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay

Hound dogs ain’t got shit to say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay

Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone

What’s the whole meanin of a hound dog? (What?)

Butt sniffin, dick lickin, all kinda rub y’all

I’m in a club, smokin on a square

Step on out to get a little fresh air

But I can’t do that, I get attacked like a cardiac

People rushin front to back, they’re like «Sign that»

Ain’t nothin wrong with givin me props

But actin like the punk ass cops

And swingin off my nuts has gotta stop

Walk around, spreadin rumors like you know

Sayin shit you heard me tell a ho, after a show

Homie, I don’t play that shit one bit

Fuck around and get your head cut off rite quick

Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe

Specializing in splittin the hound dog backs

Plottin against the whole world in facts

So get off my dick, and I’m out like that!

Alright y’all

Wait, come here!

Oh my God, you don’t remember me?

Nah…

I had a crush on you for like, nine years…

I don’t know you fat bitch!

It’s me, Jenny!

I sat behind you in Ms. Croberry’s chemistry class

Bitch I ain’t even go to school!

No, I’m saying if you were to sit there

It would have been the shit

Umm, you think you could sign my shirt?

Yeah, I remember school

Hoes back then was like «Joe Bruce? Ewwww!»

Years pass by, and look I’m a star

Now all them hoes like «Joe Bruce? Ahhhh»

I’m still that nerdy ass voodoo nut

Now I got hound dogs sniffin my butt

I could have a worm hangin out of my dick hole

And they’d be like «Well I think it’s cute though»

Miss me with all that, I ain’t changed any

Look at me, I make Big Pun look skinny

I’m ugly as fuck, resembling a Klingon

Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on

What up with these pop kids buyin my shit?

Mainstream groupies, get off my dick!

I wanna see real Juggalos at shows

Fuck these Backstreet richy fake hoes!

Y’all don’t even know who the fuck I am

Yet bitches like «Who's his friend?» Goddamn!

My lips is crusty, my feets is musty

Lift up my nuts and my inch is dusty

I ain’t had pussy in eleven years

I been dead, ain’t nobody sheddin tears

Look bitch, I don’t give a fuck about fame

Glock cocked for you bitches, cause I’m married to the game

Ain’t no shame to the shit I speak

Slap hound dog bitches in they face for weeks, freak

I see you hatin on my Raiders cap

When back in the day you was all about that (Sure was)

Shot that ass out back in ‘89

Buried wearin Locs and this clock of mine

Rose from the dead with the Lotus clique

My guns played out, and I ain’t changing shit! (nope)

Hey, aren’t you Monoxide Child?

That’s right bitch

Right… the skinny one

My best friend John supposed to be cousins with you or something

Who?

So like, I figured if you give me your phone number

I can give it to him, and maybe we can all hang out or something

(Monoxide Child]

Shiiiit

Whatever

Oh my God it’s Blaze!

HEY DEAD HOMIE!

You’s a hound dog bitch, and I will smack your face

Ridin on my dick, now how my nuts taste?

Every place that I go somebody want a photograph

Or an autograph or «Can I get a dap?»

«How did y’all get started, y’all shit is really tight»

«And what be motivatin y’all to grab a pen and write?»

Listen hear lil bitch, I’m the killer in disguise

Twiztid muthafucka with the milk white eyes

I despise how you try to perpetrate like a Juggalo

But you ain’t down, muthafucka, you’s a Jugga-ho

Hey ho you’re afraid of the facts

Never packin a gat, and always seen with an axe

Take another picture and I’ll break your jaw

I got an eighty pound punch for each and every one of y’all

Muthafuckas with the bitch ass hound dog face

My ass crack’s exposed, go on ‘head and get a taste

Muthafuckin hound dogs muthafucka

I got more shit to say

It be the same hound dogs in different cities

Starin at me like I’m a set of titties

Autographin T-shirts, hats, and socks

And this bitch don’t even know Riddle Box

Real Juggalos don’t want no picture

They just walk up like «What up Ninja!?»

After that, they give a fuck where I’m headin

They’re like «Fuck him, we’re lookin for neden»

And I don’t need any more free tattoos

Got my arms looking like Motley Crue’s

I can be talking to the finest bitch in the land

And you run up like «Hey, what up man?»

That’s when I slap you right on the spot

And have Billy Bill beat you down in the parking lot

Do I think I’m better cuz neden comes easy?

Fo-sheezy, bitch!

Bottom line y’alls

Get off our balls

Psychopathic out like Biggie-Smalls

Can’t fuck with Dark Lotus little Biiiiiitch!