“...Went from guard dog, to Petco’s trash/ had a spark when you started, but now you just garbage
went from top ten to no “good boys” at all, til the owner’s beta fish doin tricks better than yours
matter of fact, you ate your puke off the living room floor/but I know, the sun don’t shine!, the sun don’t shine!
That’s why your (LAAAMMMEEE!) belly scratches came to an end
it’s only so long fake wolves can pretend/
Doggy, you ain’t live it, you witnessed it from your piss pad, watched some animal planet and created your life/
I showed you your first kill, the bird from the back yard(Me! That’s who!)/now I hear you barking how you chased the neighbors car/
So yeah DMX sampled ya voice, you was using it wrong/You was scared of the mail man, he made it a hot song/
And you ain’t get a treat, nikka! You was getting fukked then, We take what we want gawd, try opening the cabinets!/
(Use your Braaaiiinnn) You see I shyt in a box you shyt in the yard/ smarten up dawg!/
Four “good boys” in ten years?! nikka, I can divide/ that’s like one (let’s say two) Two of them shyts was due/
One was “Myeeehh”, the other was automatic, that’s like one good trick every 1 week average/ and that’s so (LAAMMMEE)
dawggy switch up your tricks them shyts is garbage/ fukk, you trying to kick knowledge?!
You domestics gon' learn to respect the king/
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen/
Because you know who (who) ate you know what (what)
With you know who (you ate socks nikka!) but let’s just see who gets to sleep on the furniture
C-A-T we runnin this house shyt!
Mit-tens, we running this house shyt!
Mr. Fluffles, we running this house shyt!
The stray out side! We runnin this house shyt!
Get beat with the magazine, when it happens THAT’S IT!
