[Intro]
[?]
Blegh

[Verse]
I don't think you gonna make it
Your neck in my teeth
And you finna end up faceless
Your head in my sink
Curb stomping in my Asics (Bark, bark, bark)
Barking we all know you basic, uh, uh, uh
But this rifle leave you wasted (Blegh)
Now I'm coming so you better run away
If I'm hunting then that means you are my prey
Try to kill me if you want
I'll just find you from the grave
So just be a good boy
Thought I told you to behave (No, no, no)

[Chorus]
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the—

[Interlude]
This is the puzzle of additions where crime and the disordered mind really [?] greatest concern to criminology and to psychiatrists, the man without a conscience; the psychopath
[Chorus]
Dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound (No, no, no)
You might get put down 'cause we really in the dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound (No, no, no)
Well, I guess I'm in the dog pound
You might get put down 'cause we really in the dog pound

[Outro]
(Blegh!)