[Verse]
Yo, this the tale of a pup named Gunther,
Rottweiler fire, thought the woods had sunk ya.
Bear tracks in the mud, whole town in tears,
But legends don’t die—they conquer the fears.
[Verse]
Gunther, six months, paws still too big,
Dreamin’ of badges, chasin’ that gig.
Pops ain’t K9 dog, chest full of scars,
“Look at you, runt—ain’t built for the yards.”
Momma believed, kissed the top of his dome,
“Heart of a lion, bring that spirit home.”
Then one night, thunder—bear in the pines,
Gunther went missin’, left nothin’ but signs.
Blood on the leaves, a shredded lil’ vest,
Town held a vigil, laid hope to rest.
[Hook]
They said he was gone, food for the beast,
But the forest spit back a hero unleashed.
Gunther came runnin’, jaws like a vice,
Two crooks in the dirt—paid the ultimate price.
Dad dropped his doubt, Momma screamed “My son!”
From grave to the glory—Gunther’s the one.
[Verse]
Three moons deep, the streets turn grim,
Bank job gone wild, two masks in the wind.
Sirens wail late, cops two steps behind,
Crooks hit the trail where the bear once dined.
Out the shadows—growl like a V8,
Gunther full grown, eyes burnin’ with fate.
One crook swings iron, the other tries flight,
Puppy no more—nightmare in the moonlight.
Latch on the arm, shake till it drops,
Second dude trips, eats dirt and the glock.
Cuffs click tight, blue lights flood the scene,
Gunther sits proud—badge earned, no in-between.
[Bridge]
Dad rolls up slow, medal on his chest,
Sees the lil’ pup with the crooks suppressed.
Eyes lock—silence, then a nod so deep,
“Son, you just rewrote the blood in our keep.”
Momma runs in, tears cuttin’ the dust,
Wraps him in love—every heartbeat a plus.
[Hook]
They said he was gone, food for the beast,
But the forest spit back a hero unleashed.
Gunther came runnin’, jaws like a vice,
Two crooks in the dirt—paid the ultimate price.
Dad dropped his doubt, Momma screamed “My son!”
From grave to the glory—Gunther’s the one.Now the vest fits right, K9 on the patch,
Gunther leads the pack, no one can match.
From doubted to decorated, scars tell the story,
Rottweiler royalty—livin’ in glory.
Woof.