Last days of Dog Killer Dog...

I labeled myself Dog Killer Dog...
right after a rampage that left
one human and two bitches dead.
Then I went on the run. I think.

I found a boy to own and even his
Dad said ok.  Or...maybe his beer
said OK?  It's messy when you kill
humans or try to understand them.

My old humans were going to snuff me.
I heard their plan - so it was self defense.
I said, "fuck it" (Ma) and I did!  It was really lousy.
We didn't lock together even!

Pa Fatboy and the bitches I chewed up bad!
The cops never came so I hauled ass!
Found the boy and I've been here months.
I haven't heard news of a "doghunt".

The boy's dad played a magic trick...
He took me somewhere and somehow
made my balls disappear, second week here.
I keep checking but they ain't back yet.

That probably saved the boy's fine sister's
"dog done it" virtue - but I'm calmer.
I just want to eat a lot, now.  Nope...
balls still aren't back yet!  Some trick!

The shit hit the fan today!  I thought I was
done for!  The old mistress "Ma" came to the
new house with a photo of me.  I guess
I should have ran more than two blocks!

But, when she saw me, she said, "No, my
Dog had balls. Two beautiful balls."  Wow!
I WAS HIS DOG!  NOT HERS! THE BITCHES
WERE HERS!  She really pissed me off.

Then, the new dad explained to his kid
that she was the crazy lady whose husband
killed himself after catching her with his dog!
I'm ok with that wrong story - it don't get me killed.

So, it was my last days as Dog Killer Dog!
I did some bad things!  Good thing I live
In Buffalo where cops are stupid and lazy!
Nice to meet you...name's now Leroy Brown.