Next time the Doggod sees his enemies, they’ll be hearing Hell’s Bells in the underworld

I hate to make light of that, but, fuck it

I just wrote this part ‘cuz I wanted to use a crazy flow. The lyrics came second. Basically, I’m busting a magnum opus, or awesome piece of art, in Old Faithless, without any sort of budget or anything. The tracks come out lusciously, while everybody else is sucking. Then the realize what’s up and are like oh fuuuuuuuck

The competition is old as fuck and rusting. I turn nothing into something by using my stupid-ass suburban Honors English skills into rap

Coydog paints the world black, like the Rolling Stones did. Meanwhile, the competition is huffing paint, getting high, and acting retarded

It’s like a fucking tongue twister, shit was so hard to record

Just some mafioso shit with the “Bada bing.” I like using sorta made-up sounding words now and then

To Coy, the competition are just sheep that follow the leader, and never do anything original. Sheep like to go baaaaaaaaaah

My hot dog dick shoots people or some shit