Rabbid Mutt (Dramatic Cut)

--- [Hook] Yo, pay up, shut up, I don’t work for free, Bitch’s foamin’ at the mouth like it’s barkin’ at me. Exotic? Valuable? Man don't start with that, I see a mutt with no shots and a mange-ridden back. [Verse 1] Step in the room, ask the lady, “Want a song baby, want a dance ?” She said, “No thanks, clown, I ain’t takin’ that chance.” Tried the striptease bit, but she bounced to the hall, Said she gotta check receipts, who paid for it all? “Oh, you want me to pay?” — yeah, that joke’s gettin’ old, I don’t moves for free, man, my time’s pure gold. And you ain’t walk that dog yo, nah, don’t play dumb, Whole block knows that mutt runnin’ wild in the slums. [Hook] Yo, pay up, shut up, I don’t work for free, Bitch’s foamin’ at the mouth like it’s barkin’ at me. Exotic? Valuable? Man don't start with that, I see a mutt with no shots and a mange-ridden back. --- [Verse 2] Rabbid cunts in the alley, they be scratchin’ the street, Feral bitches in heat, chasin’ nothin’ but meat. You flex pedigrees, but the paperwork’s fake, That “champ bloodline” bark soundin’ more like a break. Got fleas in your wallet, ticks crawlin’ on pride, You been kennelin’ lies, can’t muzzle that hide. Foam drippin’ from the lips, whole block smell decay, Another mutt on the run, pound dogs on the way. --- [Verse 3 female] She howl at the moon, tail high, droolin’ raw, But you call that exotic? Man, I'd call that damn law. Every bitch in heat got you losin’ your stance, Slobberin’ at the mouth like you rabid for a chance. [howl] You the joke in the park, leash draggin’ in mud, Tryna breed with disease, passin’ filth in the blood. Don’t sell me no myth, I know the trick in the deal, That “rare dog” bark weak — I see the mange through the feel. --- [Verse 4] You brag like it’s rare, like you breedin’ a queen, But the vet card’s blank, shots lost in between. Unfixed, unwanted, she’s a problem on paws, And your rabies tag’s lapsed — breakin’ city dog laws. Little jab in the neck, or the sickness comes back, That’s a metaphor, homie — you been runnin’ that track. Foamin’ talk at the mouth, brain rotted with spit, Tell me honest right now — is that what happened to you, b****? [Hook x2 to end] Yo, pay up, shut up, I don’t work for free, Bitch’s foamin’ at the mouth like it’s barkin’ at me. Exotic? Valuable? Man don't start with that, I see a mutt with no shots and a mange-ridden back. ---bark--- ---