To get the dough, the Villain'll flow off of Stella d'Orro
And water go off the head from the slaughter, you bet your daughter
That liquor only get you sick quicker
Take it from a honorary member of Spitkicker
I know it's hot up in that suit with the curly fro
I'd rather write all night until the early show
We don't suggest you let your girly go alone
Come home all glowin with the pearly glow
It was The Super AKA Super Sperm
Hit her in 'er chin, told 'er rub it in like Lubriderm®
Finished (oh) spaz go next
Who's fault is it if her face taste like Vasoplex®
It ain't funny
Ever since a youngin sonny, take the money
His first business made each day a grand
His only comp- shorty with the spiked lemonade stand
It's how he ran his hustle
Came with a plan that took the least amount of muscle
Two for one, dime frogs for the lickin
And all you can eat Corn dogs for the pickin
A seemingly modest fellow
With a DJ's ear and graffitti artist elbow
Nose of a mouse and a brain and two weasels
Dicovered a name and new strain of the measels
He say you accidentally caught it
And sold circles and dots to those who could afford it
Went to squeeze his face through the gate and got stuck
Too much fake soy-based cheese product
Did a scheme and was in it for the Aspercreme®
Slashed a team, the scene could make Casper scream
Down to the last marine
See him as your cable man sizin up your plasma screen
Instead of doin a jux with pistols
Or workin in the back cookin sacks of crystals
Or runnin on logs out in deep water kickin
Corn dogs for the pickin
What up to all you dedicated dads
As stated "Rap sucks!" Tucks® medicated pads
And these rappers need to gather their belongings
Or get wrapped up in their extra long thong strings
For singing the wrong things
Ain't no delayin, you're playin with the Pong® king
A nerd with insight and a Urkel smirk
Purposely misplaced an invite to your circle jerk
A bunch of men in Cyphers
Fake you out tough guys and make pretend lifers
It's still a few loose screws in his face
Turn away as he pulled a phrase out his usual place
Combination jewel case
Almost popped open if it wasn't for the drool space
Critics talkin slick chicken shit to sick men
Corn dogs for the pickin

Lyrics submitted by Coow

Korn Dogs song meanings
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