King Of The Dogs
I got a smelly rear, I got a dirty noseI don't want no shoes, I don't want no clothesI'm living like the king of the dogs
I got a piece of meat in between my teethI will bite your throat if you move on meI am sovereign 'cause I'm the king of the dogs
Polite life will fill you full of cancerI don't even own a pair of pantsI'm a dancer, baby
I'm deadly 'cause I'm the king of the dogs
I'm hanging out where the spirits dwellI can smell on the things that you cannot smellI'm deadly, I'm the king of the dogs