| Hidin' from the dog, all you feel is fuckin' pain |
| Bloody hands up on your neck, but you scream his name in vain |
| Can you see it up in the sky? Red clouds catch ya eye |
| Bitch you fuckin' with the Double D, I know you want to die |
| Eat 'em up |
| Time is ticking, like it’s on a fuckin' wrist |
| I can’t describe what I’m seein' |
| It’s about to be a race |
| Pick up, bitch |
| I just love her, I feel so bad for her mother |
| Motherfucker, I just crumble |
| Bitch you wanna come and rumble? |
| Lock- locked at the gate |
| Took too much, off your plate |
| Sent her back to hell, watch you fall, hittin' like a bag of nails |
| Uh, unleash the dog, rippin' down the block |
| Feel the bite, feel so right |
| Now you have to say «good night» |
| Keep- keep pushing baby, you will see this side soon |
| Feel the rain, on your face, it will turn to hell like noon |
| See the sleet, it will never sleep, snowing on your sheets |
| Feel no heat, bitch it’s cold, bitch you gonna fucking fold |
| Hidin' from the- hidin' from the dog, all you feel is fuckin' pain |
| Bloody hands up on your neck, but you scream his name in vain |
| Can you see it up in the sky? Red clouds catch ya eye |
| Bitch you fuckin' with the double D, I know you want to die |
| Hidin' from the dog, all you feel is fuckin' pain |
| Bloody hands up on your neck, but you scream his name in vain |
| Can you see it up in the sky? Red clouds catch ya eye |
| Bitch you fuckin' with the double D, I know you want to die |