I was born in the junkyard,
A child of the streets,
My ghetto was cats and garbage,
And other tasty treats.
Police chased and caught me,
I was in the pound alone,
The Bundys came and got me,
Didn't even bring a bone!
I'm hungry out here.
I ain't talkin' jive.
I'll eat anything,
Even if it's alive.
Don't want no fax machine,
Got no use for a phone,
Don't even want my belly rubbed,
Just give me a blood-stained bone!
Starvin' out here Mama,
Got no food to call my own.
You better watch your wives and children,
I'm out here prowlin' for a bone.
Woman makes you stupid,
Every man's a hound,
She says I love's an ocean,
Then she pulled you in to drown.
Woman makes you stupid,
Always playin' with your head,
Next time you'll be smiling,
Is the day you wake up dead.
Woman makes you stupid,
When she show a little tail,
I don't know why we need 'em,
Oh yeah: a coffin needs a nail!
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