This is a song about "Dachshund"

Every dog has it's day

She do everything i say

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Slaughtering all you clowns, i'm lyrically profound, a hound,

So pretentious with no potential

Every dog has its day that aint essential

I love the way you walk

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

I have sins so my pants never had lent

Use dog shit to mask your fucking scent

I smoke and let the tree talk

You are the snow pissed on by my dog

Man i spit that pimp talk

Where are you gonna go, dog

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links