Yeah he talk it real nice, p#ss# boy, don’t live it
My youngins cracking, my OGs get prescriptions
Said them hoes no wives, all of them my mistress
Dug my hand in his sack, took it to the fence no picket
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Take that backend, make it backflip, do gymnastics, yeah
All these crackers, they gon cap like I ain’t on that cause my skin tone
Dog his snap, his load bapped, we gon strip it like the Flinstones
On his b#tch phone, might bе her ringtone
Yeah boy i’m 2 up, pockеts blew up, like Sixto
Mama tell you i’m a germaphobe
Wanna rat? get to wiping his nose
Feel like Santa cause i’m up in his home
I took his cookies, red nose on the chrome
And free my brothers who be Grinchin for dough
Karter take Grinch fingers and he letting em blow
So many numbers coming in i’m feeling like Ro
You cry about what a lil b#tch on
I don’t text back-and-forth, I don’t Ping Pong
Boy speaking broke, sound like Klingon
Ain’t never been a hoe I put a ring on
And you can ask Water i’m the muscle, yeah, that’s real brothers
This rap sh#t fun, but I don’t need it, I could get it out a puddle
And I don’t got no straps, these props, I got no sticks, like a muggle
She ain’t giving money i’ma decline, for you that p#ss# a puzzle
Big shots out the AR we don’t do that 1-2
Said I could f#ck your b#tch but I wouldn’t want to
Bill Belichick, next opp i’m onto
Just came up on a lick, man, look what them Runtz do
(…man, look what them Runtz do)
Yeah he talk it real nice, p#ss# boy, don’t live it
My youngins cracking, my OGs get prescriptions
Said them hoes no wives, all of them my mistress
Dug my hand in his sack, took it to the fence no picket
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Take that backend, make it backflip, do gymnastics, yeah
Sore thumb in the city, if you wanna kill me, come find me
p#ss# boy love the f#cking rumors, when it’s time to put a name to it p#ss# go silent
We gon pop him, f#ck a Knuckle like he Sonic
He got setup for some Tail and we robbin
All these b#tches gon sing, Mary Poppins
I can’t trust a b#tch, i’m selling her some lozenge
All the b#tches come thru, get trained, Thomas
I keep twin blicks, these my two friends, i’m Aramis
Real P, b#tches giving up privates
She can’t even get in my IG private
Those fake VVs, those ain’t no diamonds, that ain’t no Rhombus
Yeah he talk it real nice, p#ss# boy, don’t live it
My youngins cracking, my OGs get prescriptions
Said them hoes no wives, all of them my mistress
Dug my hand in his sack, took it to the fence no picket
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Dogcatcher, Dogcatcher, yeah
Take that backend, make it backflip, do gymnastics, yeah
…and f#ck your dogs, too
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Krishu Lyrics – Dogcatcher’s theme