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bad ass Rocky
bad ass Rocky
the first one was a sparkle collared prissy little snit
yappy lil' thing that used my shoes whenever she'd shit
wasn't really my dog, more like hers than ours
she got pampered and kissed, I was left to wank off for hours
I came home one day and realized the lil' bitch was gone
she'd taken the dog too and life seemed like a new song
while walking in the park pondering my life and enjoying an autumn day
I came across this big brown fella who seemed to me a stray
I cleaned him up and he seemed no worse for wear
a dutiful boy cause I'd say "Stay" and he'd sit right there
Now he don't speak
When I say, "Speak"
He don't come
When I say, "Come"
Yet he's just the pet I need cause he never begs for scraps
And never does a neighbor complain about noise comin' from his yap
Now one fall eve after walking in the park
I look up ahead to see this madness brewing in the dark
I spy this druggie trying to steal my bike!
I said 'Get him boy' and Rocky was off - quick as a kite!
I hurled Rocky at the thief and my aim was true
I caught him right in the head giving him his due
Rocky stayed there guarding my precious bike
In case the fleeing thief wanted more of this fight
I picked my boy up and he was still smooth
and cold - just like granite
Best damn "dog" - for me - on the entire planet.
the first one was a sparkle collared prissy little snit
yappy lil' thing that used my shoes whenever she'd shit
wasn't really my dog, more like hers than ours
she got pampered and kissed, I was left to wank off for hours
I came home one day and realized the lil' bitch was gone
she'd taken the dog too and life seemed like a new song
while walking in the park pondering my life and enjoying an autumn day
I came across this big brown fella who seemed to me a stray
I cleaned him up and he seemed no worse for wear
a dutiful boy cause I'd say "Stay" and he'd sit right there
Now he don't speak
When I say, "Speak"
He don't come
When I say, "Come"
Yet he's just the pet I need cause he never begs for scraps
And never does a neighbor complain about noise comin' from his yap
Now one fall eve after walking in the park
I look up ahead to see this madness brewing in the dark
I spy this druggie trying to steal my bike!
I said 'Get him boy' and Rocky was off - quick as a kite!
I hurled Rocky at the thief and my aim was true
I caught him right in the head giving him his due
Rocky stayed there guarding my precious bike
In case the fleeing thief wanted more of this fight
I picked my boy up and he was still smooth
and cold - just like granite
Best damn "dog" - for me - on the entire planet.
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