Lyrics

(Chorus x4)
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline!

(Verse 1)
I’m eating an orange while the rain is pouring,
In my super-fast car, yeah, the engine roaring,
Flying down the highway, flooring the gas—
Whoops, crashed a mansion, tore down the glass!

Ran back home as fast as I could,
Saw my dog at the door like, “Yo, what’s good?”
He said, “I went to the barber,” I said, “Wait, you can talk?”
He said, “Look at my hair,” I said, “Hold up, what?”

(Chorus x4)
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline!

(Verse 2)
Oh, what’s that sound? Man, it’s the cops!
Uh-oh, turn around—dog, we better not stop!
SPRINT! x16
Uh-oh, here they come, trying to light us up,
Like 24 Glocks, time to beast it up!

Wait… not yet… wait… WAIT!
Now he’s going sicko mode, bark ruff ruff! (x2)
Showing his teeth—yo, yo! (x2)
Dog gonna bite—yo, yo! (x2)
Gonna take ‘em down, bro, bro! (x2)
Dog gonna draw blood—yo, yo! (x2)
Why you ask? Well, it’s because…

(Chorus x4)
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline,
It’s the dog with the receding hairline!

(Verse 3)
Dog ain’t gonna die, dodging bullets left and right,
Yeah, he fighting for his life, small fry in a bigger fight,
Splitting rocks with his teeth, jaws sharp, no doubt,
Chewing gum, getting swole, grandma knitting sweaters out.

Yeah, he loves cheddar, eats it all day,
Killed a bird, but all he found was feathers—no prey.
He ain’t going to the cellar, he gonna pull the lever,
Drop the cops down deep, they’ll be buried forever!

(Bridge)
Don’t fret what they think,
Demons roar, but they don’t sing.
Everybody moves before they think,
Now my ink is running out—I need a new link.

Singing this song, man, I’m losing my breath,
And losing your breath reminds me of death.
When your air gets short, you know what’s next,
Six feet deep while Davy Jones weeps!

(Verse 4)
Uh-oh, the ghost is back, he’s ready to attack,
Set a trap, feel his wrath—nah, he ain’t coming back!
You must be mistaken, it’s his life I’m taking,
His coffin is set, time for celebration!

Killed again… by the dog with the receding hairline.

(Outro)
The dog with the receding hairline,
Keeps killing the cops, freeing the ops,
Never to be seen again!

DOG GONE ROUGH!
DOG GONE ROUGH!
DOOG GOONNE RROOUUGGHH!