The Hit Dogs 55.2 [EXPLICIT] (Irrepressible Deacon Cover)

Woof, woof, woof, woof. There they go again. Woof, woof, woof, woof. There the hell they holler again. [Verse] Fuck the fuck off, they won’t. Why the hell would they, they’re hit dogs after all. You tell them to stop hollering, they don’t. You told them to shut up, they didn’t. [Chorus] Woof, woof, woof, woof. There they go again. Woof, woof, woof, woof. There the hell they holler again. [Verse] Say something bold. Close to home. Watch them start chanting… …their familiar tone. [Verse] Said a little something that hit too close to home. Yeah, there they go agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain! [Chorus] Woof, woof, woof, woof. There they go again. Woof, woof, woof, woof. There the hell they holler again. [Verse] 3 in the morning, that’s their prime time. Hollering, that’s where they truly shine. They’re sure as hell nocturnal as hell. Making sure you don’t sleep that well. [Chorus] Woof, woof, woof, woof. There they go again. Woof, woof, woof, woof. There the hell they holler again. [Verse] Fuck the fuck off, they won’t. Why the hell would they, they’re hit dogs after all. You tell them to stop hollering, they don’t. You told them to shut up, they didn’t. [Chorus] Woof, woof, woof, woof. There they go again. Woof, woof, woof, woof. There the hell they holler again. [Verse] You told them to fuck the fuck off. They dialed it to eleven outta ten. That’s all the fuck they know how to do. Wake up the fuckin’ neighborhood with their hollerin’ Dindo. [Chorus] Woof, woof, woof, woof. There they go again. Woof, woof, woof, woof. There they go agaaaaaaaain! [Verse] You mention both sides do the same thing. They come from the left entrance. They come from the right entrance. Woof, woof, woof, woof. Provin’ they both members of the PADDLE CLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB! [Outro Chorus] Woof, woof, woof, woof. There they go again. Woof, woof, woof, woof. There the hell they holler again. Fuck the fuck off, they won’t. Why the hell would they, they’re hit dogs after all. You tell them to stop hollering, they don’t. You told them to shut up, they didn’t. Say something bold. Close to home. Watch them start chanting. Their familiar tone. Said a little something that hit too close to home. Yeah, there they go agaaaaaaaaaaaaaain! You told them to fuck the fuck off. They dialed it to eleven outta ten. That’s all the fuck they know how to do. Wake up the fuckin’ neighborhood at 3 in the morning. Dindo nothing, while you dindo NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sleep!