Dog Catchers Lyrics - Mighty Death Pop - Insane Clown Posse

Yeah, bitch! 

You's a glorified snitch, with a nuclear mullet, 

I got the name "DOG", engraved on my bullets, 

You wife looks like "The Wrestler", with fat fake pumpkins, 

She look like the type that like to give you a blumpkin, 

Your kids are on meth and you got crank breath, 

I wish youd come for me, Id introduce you to The Death (Pop!) 

Fuck your damn lecture, Im the Dog catcher, 

Come to the D, Ill bet you leave on a stretcher, 

Bigot hoe, racist fool, paedophile namin, 

Rollin in a Dumb V, and late on the payment, 

Arresting drunk fucks for twenty five bucks, 

Wearing night time sleeveless t-shirt cuts, 

Sucks to be you, a fake Rambo with no gun, 

Not even a stun one, youre not in the run, 

From yellin stop no dont, to dead by the road, 

Youd best just go home and score a bong full of dope! 

Man, fuck your advice, who wanna listen Stale! 

To a fuckin bigot snitch on your way to jail, 

I heard you got arrested and raped in Mexico, 

The way your blonde wig flow, they did you like a hoe, 

Who would be surprised if your wife had a dick? 

Not me!, I half way expect that shit! 

Just the way you like it, Thundercat hairstyle, 

Dog the bigot bitch, found dead on 8 mile, 

Get a job at Walmart, hall security guard, 

You can have more jurisdiction, and act just as a hard, 

Quit chasing bail jumpers, jay walkers and drunks, 

Before you get your head blown off, into skull chunks, 

You aint a cop, yous a flop, get the fuck off my block! 

Youre a racist, you can fucking suck off my cock, 

Bounty hunter, you want bust me?, Ill bet ya, 

Quit directing mutha fucker, mad hoe 

I the Dog catcher!