"I am the bull-dog"

I... Am... The... Bull-Dog,
I've been freed,
All I see is mine for the takin'.
I'm coming to bite you,
I smell you,
I'm gonna bite you.

They call me Mack, with a face like a truck,
I am unstoppable, so don't press your luck,
Mind like a trap, jaws open wide,
Give me half a chance, and I'll rip your hide.
A close-cut tail gives a friendly lie,
Rage brings color to my crusted eye,
Protruding spikes, my ragged teeth,
Seek flesh and blood to provide a sheath.
'Cause I'm the Bull-Dog, you understand,
The worst nightmare of the common man,
The B-I-T-E to the L-E-G,
Or the D-U-N-G to the T-R-E-E.

And I'm Huntin',
Said I'm Huntin'.

I... Am... The... Bull-Dog,
I've been freed,
All I see is mine for the takin'.
I'm coming to bite you,
I smell you,
I'm gonna bite you.

With my beady black buckshot eyes,
All that I see are mortal skies,
All night long, I bay at the moon,
The sun lifts up far too soon,
Meat is good if it's in my maw,
Insatiable, Voracious, my teeth are law,
The blood of my enemies stains my front,
When they spoke of MY litter, I was the runt.
All that I see fears my gaze,
And as I emerge from a hellsent haze,
Abrupt as lightning shot 'cross the sky,
My target runs; it's his day to die.
'Cause I'm the Bull-Dog, you understand,
The worst nightmare of the common man,
The B-I-T-E to the L-E-G,
Or the D-U-N-G to the T-R-E-E.

And I'm Huntin',
Said I'm Huntin'.

I... Am... The... Bull-Dog,
I've been freed,
All I see is mine for the takin'.
I am takin'...

(Strange music thunders and roars)

I am everything you fear most...
Awwooo! Awwooo!
Come on, fetch my food!
Come on, fetch my food!
Come on, fetch my food!

I... Am... The... Bull-Dog,
I've been freed,
All I see is mine for the takin'.
I... Am... The... Bull-Dog,
I've been freed,
All I see is mine...

I'm a canine curse come straight from hell,
My pedigree is something they can't sell,
For I was not born like a normal dog,
I was carved from the solid like a spear from a log.
I left my other two heads when I left my home,
I leave destruction behind me wherever I roam.
I'm a nightmare rover with red-mad eyes,
As I tread my turf under darkened skies,
I bark at the moon in silvered shadow,
I've the speed of an arrow over lake and meadow.
I am the Bull-Dog, you understand,
And buried in time is my master's plan.

I smell you,
I'm coming to bite you,
I smell you,
I'm gonna bite you.