Bark, then tear-maul canine si-inks
Gory teeth and your blood drinks
Piece of derm, the cur defi-iles
Dog'll skin ya, wreck your smile

Joyfully he rends your thi-ighs
Joyless are his cold dead eyes
Since a whelp he has been trained
Dog, to gore—there's death, mayhem

Bark, then tear-maul canine sinks
Scoring you, then your blood drinks

Bites you till your limbs are to-orn
Bites you till your skin is shorn.
Say “goodbye” to your left thu-umb
Offspring of a curish womb
Maimed your flesh; “Oh, bad doggie!”
Owners bark cursorily
With crazed meth freaks the mutt dwells
Dog and men, all fiends from hell

Bark, then tear-maul canine brings
Gore outpour from sanguine springs

Jail the meth freaks won’t rece-eive
Dogs laws are a fright’ning mess
Galled maul apologists si-ing
“In this land, doggies are king!
Fie on your losing an ey-e!”
Nor do they care if folks di-ie
Nor that sons pass just past birth
Nor that these mutts curse the earth
Barking apologists sink
In their teeth rather than think