Qixote, Coldman - Wilfredo Lyrics

Where'd you get the dog?
He followed me, pa, followed me everywhere I went
He did? Well whatcha doing with a rope on him?
Well I helped him follow me

My dog died yesterday
Not really but it's bound to happen
I said I'd help him find his way
That motherfucker started laughing
I told him that I wasn't playing
Just need someone to let me back in
He let his tongue glide on his face
He wagged his tail and started rapping

One day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter
All that goop up in your head will turn to decomposing matter
All the blood shed will turn into water for the earth to drink
So don't you fret, give me a treat
And laugh a little fore you are deceased

What's a master without a ball?
What's a dogbone without the raw?
What's a scrotum without the balls?
Life, but I guess it's the luck of draw (What draw?)
Well, there fucking isn't one
Don't tell me not to bark
I'm smoking cinnamon
You ugly pimpleface
You look like Zimmerman
Quit pleading innocent
Cause I been listening to you
That's right, I watch you when you're intimate
I know the grunt you make when you are finishing
Your dinner plate and don't you go and get it twisted
Michigan cannot save you from your predicament
Citizen, but illegitimate
Life is shit, you step in it, eat a bit
Then the bitch next door giggles and tells you that it's chocolate

One day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter
All that goop up in your head will turn to decomposing matter
All the blood shed will turn into water for the earth to drink
So don't you fret, give me a treat
And laugh a little fore you are deceased

I love without a reason to
I love you 'cause you feed me food
You look at me but seeing you
You wonder what I see in you
If you only love me more
You'd never go to grocery stores
I worry you ain't coming back
I wonder could I hump your leg
I wonder why you fear my death
I don't even fear my death
I'm just living for the day
The only thing to fear is my breath
I'm here for a shorter stay
But that don't make me feel no stress
I really don't have more to say
It doesn't matter anyway because

One day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter
All that goop up in your head will turn to decomposing matter
All the blood shed will turn into water for the earth to drink
So don't you fret, give me a treat
And laugh a little fore you are deceased

Laugh a little 'fore you are deceased
Laugh a little 'fore you are deceased
Laugh a little 'fore you are deceased
Laugh a little 'fore you are deceased

You ought to heed your parent's advice
"Worry a little less. Don't live life desirous of other people's success"
But everybody's got their vices
You're no exception
No matter how hard you try
You're a worry papillomavirus
Don't call me Wilfred, I'll fuck you up
I apologize, that wasn't nice of me
Modesty has never been my specialty
I get tired seeing people treat retrievers like they're prodigies
I'm no Socrates, but you hear my prophecy
Never pawn the poem for the prosody
Never trade the cheddar for the broccoli