Official Music Video
Dogfish Rising by Slipknot
Lyrics & Translation
English
There's a dog loose in the wood
Dogfish risin'
It's good fo' gnawin'
Right-wing in lieu
In the 1990s
Mm
That's got a nice groove to it there
I give [?]
I saw a human hand
Windmills like two
Somethin' at my left
(Screaming sphincter muscles)
Post-sniff scrunchies
What the?
Dogfish risin'
Burn them for their nipples
'Nother rubber Rolex
So skinny odd knows
Who wrote these -in' lyrics?
Battery-powered power tool
Black and decker dildos
Fully-covered pocket
(Pop it with bullets) Pop it with balls
God spokes to me
Hootie
Dogfish risin'
Blistered cabbage
Poor fish toenail
Poor thing crawls
Why take free lotion?
Hmm
Lactate freely
Back bunk mushrooms
Foot, clip, lick mud
Redneck percussion
Back off fuck-head!
Dogfish risin'
Pinted carpet art
Pinpoint penis blood
Quarter-inch off fat
What are you laughin' at?
[?] squeegee
Crisp cookie crisp food finger
Bug raw in stick wit
Quit corn beef scotus
Fuck it! That dogfish is dead
I'm gettin' the hell out of here, guys
See ya later
Have a good life
Don't even bother payin' me
Fuck this
It pours the lotion on the skin
It pours the lotion on the skin
New dick slick rod
The goddamn lotions
Smithers?
([?] get you guys could afford to record this in a real studio)
Yes, Mr. Burns? (Sick [?] fuckin')
Bring me this band
Extra supreme hold on my yearn saddle kids college special
Those biscuits are in abundance tonight
Alright! [?]
(Sniff my fannies, please!)
(And my creamer!)
(Sniff my creamer, you motherfucker!)
(Sniff my fannies, please!)
([?] skinner)
Crusty, fuzzy nuts
Bye!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Dogfish Rising by Slipknot
Dogfish Rising* (original Slipknot)
There's a dog loose in the wood
Dogfish risin'
It's good fo' gnawin'
Right-wing in lieu
In the 1990s
Mm
That's got a nice groove to it there
I give [?]
I saw a human hand
Windmills like two
Somethin' at my left
(Screaming sphincter muscles)
Post-sniff scrunchies
What the?
Dogfish risin'
Burn them for their nipples
'Nother rubber Rolex
So skinny odd knows
Who wrote these -in' lyrics?
Battery-powered power tool
Black and decker dildos
Fully-covered pocket
(Pop it with bullets) Pop it with balls
God spokes to me
Hootie
Dogfish risin'
Blistered cabbage
Poor fish toenail
Poor thing crawls
Why take free lotion?
Hmm
Lactate freely
Back bunk mushrooms
Foot, clip, lick mud
Redneck percussion
Back off fuck-head!
Dogfish risin'
Pinted carpet art
Pinpoint penis blood
Quarter-inch off fat
What are you laughin' at?
[?] squeegee
Crisp cookie crisp food finger
Bug raw in stick wit
Quit corn beef scotus
Fuck it! That dogfish is dead
I'm gettin' the hell out of here, guys
See ya later
Have a good life
Don't even bother payin' me
Fuck this
It pours the lotion on the skin
It pours the lotion on the skin
New dick slick rod
The goddamn lotions
Smithers?
([?] get you guys could afford to record this in a real studio)
Yes, Mr. Burns? (Sick [?] fuckin')
Bring me this band
Extra supreme hold on my yearn saddle kids college special
Those biscuits are in abundance tonight
Alright! [?]
(Sniff my fannies, please!)
(And my creamer!)
(Sniff my creamer, you motherfucker!)
(Sniff my fannies, please!)
([?] skinner)
Crusty, fuzzy nuts
Bye!
Dogfish Rising (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Hay un perro suelto en el bosque
Tiburón ascendiendo
Es bueno para roer
Derecha en su lugar
En los 1990s
Mm
Eso tiene un buen ritmo ahí
Yo doy [?]
Vi una mano humana
Molinos de viento como dos
Algo a mi izquierda
(Músculos del esfínter gritando)
Gomas para el pelo post-olfateo
¿Qué demonios?
Tiburón ascendiendo
Quémalos por sus pezones
Otro Rolex de goma
Tan flaco que lo raro sabe
¿Quién escribió estas malditas letras?
Herramienta eléctrica a batería
Dildos Black and Decker
Bolsillo completamente cubierto
(Revienta con balas) Revienta con bolas
Dios me habló
Hootie
Tiburón ascendiendo
Col ampollada
Uña de pez pobre
Pobre cosa se arrastra
¿Por qué tomar loción gratis?
Hmm
Lactar libremente
Hongos de litera trasera
Pie, clip, lamer barro
Percusión redneck
¡Aléjate, cabrón!
Tiburón ascendiendo
Arte de alfombra pintado
Sangre de pene precisa
Un cuarto de pulgada de grasa
¿De qué te ríes?
[?] limpiacristales
Dedo de comida crujiente de galleta crujiente
Bicho crudo en palo con
Deja el scotus de carne en conserva
¡A la mierda! Ese tiburón está muerto
Me largo de aquí, chicos
Hasta luego
Que tengas una buena vida
Ni te molestes en pagarme
A la mierda con esto
Vierte la loción sobre la piel
Vierte la loción sobre la piel
Nueva vara resbaladiza de pene
Las malditas lociones
¿Smithers?
([?] ustedes podrían permitirse grabar esto en un estudio de verdad)
¿Sí, Sr. Burns? (Enfermo [?] jodiendo)
Tráeme esta banda
Sujeción extra suprema en mi anhelo de silla de montar, especial para niños universitarios
Esas galletas están en abundancia esta noche
¡De acuerdo! [?]
(¡Huele mis culos, por favor!)
(¡Y mi crema!)
(¡Huele mi crema, hijo de puta!)
(¡Huele mis culos, por favor!)
([?] skinner)
Nueces crujientes y peludas
¡Adiós!
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