🎶 Verse 1
We were all kicked back, Friday night vibes,
Watchin’ some movie with buttery highs.
Couch full of family, just takin’ it slow,
Tater the dog snorin’ down below.
Then little Miss Irie with her jet black hair,
Slid off the couch like she’s goin’ somewhere.
Next thing we hear? A sound unholy —
Like a tractor misfired in a ravioli.
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🐶 Chorus
🎵 Irie made the dog gag — I ain’t lyin’!
Ain’t never seen him bolt like that, not even from lightnin’.
From a dead snore to a wheezin’ cough,
That poor ol’ pup just took off.
Ran to the corner with tears in his eyes,
Like somethin’ crawled up and flat-out died.
We all held our breath, but it was too late…
🎵 Irie made the dog gag — Lord, that girl’s dangerous freight.
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🎶 Verse 2
We hollered, “Girl, you better check that seat,”
“You might need the bathroom, that ain’t just heat!”
But she just stood there like, “WHAT? What’d I do?”
With a stink in the air like a dump truck stew.
Tater’s eyes went wide, tail tucked in tight,
Did a cough-spin combo and vanished from sight.
Now every time Irie scoots off the couch,
He watches her close and then heads on out.
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🐾 Chorus 2
🎵 Irie made the dog gag — that ain’t normal!
Tater don’t bark much, but he left like it’s formal.
Hit the hallway hard, tail flyin’ fast,
Like a skunk done sprayed the whole dang past.
Eyes full of trauma, nose full of doom,
That fart cleared more than just the room.
You can Febreze, but it won’t fade that fate…
🎵 ‘Cause Irie made the dog gag — yeah, she sealed his crate.
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🎤 Bridge (slow and sassy)
She’s ten goin’ on trouble, with a snack in her hand,
Sayin’ “WHAT?” like she don’t understand.
But deep down we know that toot had a plan…
It came with fire — and cleared the whole land.
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🎶 Final Chorus
🎵 Irie made the dog gag — God’s honest truth,
That toot had horsepower and zero couth.
We’ll be laughin’ ‘bout it ‘til the end of our days,
While Tater avoids her a hundred ways.
Ain’t no candle strong enough to fix that blast…
🎵 Irie made the dog gag — and we still ain’t passed.
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💥 Outro (spoken drawl over a slow acoustic fade)
“What?”
…Girl, you know what.
🎵 Poor ol’ Tater… never stood a chance. 🐾
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