dogs or loving pups, the pride of the pound or the pedigreed. I hope you win that prize - pass that blue ribbon test. I hope your good keeps getting better - 'til your better's best. With every wine
weasels, I'm a machine, diesel. Gotta crush, gotta crush (Crush you all beneath me). You bitches in my pups (You're droolin' for a squeaky). I'll squash you like a bug, battle-fueled, greasy. Dig my nails
