I dont 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 Barking we all know you basic But this rifle leave you wasted Now im coming so you better run away If im hunting then that means you are my prey Try to kill me if you want Ill just find you from the grave So just be a good boy Thought i told you to behave Well i guess im in the dog pound Dog pound Well I guess im in the dog pound Well I guess im in the dog pound Well I guess im in the dog pound You might get put down cuz we really in the dog pound