Oh here it comes again
The other side of me
Heckle with the jackal
I'll be happy to make you bleed
I crack like a whip
I fire like a smith and wesson
You chose the card, you crossed the
Line,now I'm gonna teach you a Lesson
You'r shaking
I'm burning
I'm filling up with rage
No hiding
I'm finding
I'm about to engage
These things I have locked up Inside of me
You tested the waters, you Had to see
You bought the ticket, It's time to ride
Call a hearse
Your gonna die
I've turned so cold inside
My touch will make you burn
No time for talking
You'll be resting inside a urn
This old dog won't lie down
But it will fetch a stick
Bust your head wide open
It's gonna teach you a new trick
Old Dog Video (MV)
Performed By: Full Blown Nine
Length: 2:27
Written by: Barry Galvin, David Cook, John Lipchik, John Wurm, Robert Ryeson, Stephen Sweik
Full Blown Nine - Old Dog Lyrics
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Oh here it comes again
The other side of me
Heckle with the jackal
I'll be happy to make you bleed
I crack like a whip
I fire like a smith and wesson
You chose the card, you crossed the
Line,now I'm gonna teach you a Lesson
You'r shaking
I'm burning
I'm filling up with rage
No hiding
I'm finding
I'm about to engage
These things I have locked up Inside of me
You tested the waters, you Had to see
You bought the ticket, It's time to ride
Call a hearse
Your gonna die
I've turned so cold inside
My touch will make you burn
No time for talking
You'll be resting inside a urn
This old dog won't lie down
But it will fetch a stick
Bust your head wide open
It's gonna teach you a new trick
The other side of me
Heckle with the jackal
I'll be happy to make you bleed
I crack like a whip
I fire like a smith and wesson
You chose the card, you crossed the
Line,now I'm gonna teach you a Lesson
You'r shaking
I'm burning
I'm filling up with rage
No hiding
I'm finding
I'm about to engage
These things I have locked up Inside of me
You tested the waters, you Had to see
You bought the ticket, It's time to ride
Call a hearse
Your gonna die
I've turned so cold inside
My touch will make you burn
No time for talking
You'll be resting inside a urn
This old dog won't lie down
But it will fetch a stick
Bust your head wide open
It's gonna teach you a new trick
Writer: Barry Galvin, David Cook, John Lipchik, John Wurm, Robert Ryeson, Stephen Sweik
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid