My three bloodhounds were snuffing my land and told me what they found They told about your hoofprints round my stalks, they got me cross They told about your knuckled imprints on the bank of my farmgames drink So I sent out my three bloodhounds theys a comin to hunt you down Their technique puts Choctaws and Chickasaws to leafeating shame You wont know theyre round till a wet nose is huffing in your ear And a mouthful of canine is wrapped round your ankle, like the iron you sposed to wear And when the female blood has pinned your chest shell howl to let me know your found Lo My three bloodhounds returned, and you they did not found They had three bloody noses, three slouched backs, three tails between their legs That got me cross so I sent to Europe for two of good shepherd stock They arrived with attitude, lazed all day, rolled their eyes when I tried to send them out They lifted their legs on my fence posts, so I had to put them shepherds down I used their legbones for new fence posts, when from your hide I heard you howl Lo Ive got one hope left, its in the south Souther than what you know about It hunt Aztecs and Incas, Sundance and Butch And Germans that skipped town My Fila Brasilia will snack on my bloodhounds then use the posts to clean out its mouth My Fila Brasilia will stalk through my food crops, hes coming to hunt you down My Fila Brasilia will walk in the tree tops, and on you fall down My Fila Brasilia will burrow the earths rock, he will root you out My Fila Brasilia will walk on the water, my beast will not drown My Fila Brasilia will stand on the mountain, all will hear him howl Lo
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