King of the Dogs

I got a smelly rear I got a dirty nose I don't want no shoes I don't want no clothes I'm living like the king of the dogs I got a piece of meat In between my teeth I will bite your throat If you move on me I am sovereign I'm the king of the dogs Polite life will fill you full of cancer I don't even own a pair of pants I'm a dancer I'm hanging out where the spirits dwell I can smell the things that you cannot smell I'm deadly I'm the king of the dogs