Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Duck Season, artist - The Beatnuts. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Duck Season |
| That’s real, that’s right |
| That’s right, that’s real |
| Intoxicated demons |
| «Hustler from the Queens borough it’s Big Psych» |
| Babu, Babu? |
| Off the hizzle watch it sizzle like peroxide |
| Slap my cock between your eyes, now you cock-eyed |
| Cocksucker you can’t fuck with the Nuts |
| Ask your girl cause she’s suckin' the nuts |
| Everytime I swing my punch connects |
| So stop frontin' show the Beatnuts respect |
| Hatin' on your nextdoor neighbour |
| That’s why I have your ears in pain when you heard my flavour |
| It’s Big Psych, DJ Babu with a brand new song |
| We blazing chron', like Cheech and Chong |
| It’s a freak-a-thon, squeezin' cheeks in thongs |
| Droppin' bombs on heavy base, «BOOM!», now your speaker’s gone |
| Don’t know you should’ve known |
| It’s the original Psycho any other one’s a clone |
| Here’s what every Emcee oughta be |
| Exclusive cuz see there ain’t no ordinary part of me |
| Look in my eyes it ain’t hard to see |
| I pump fear in every goddamn coronary artery |
| Big guns, big drums both bangin' |
| Allstars gonna have big wing coach dragon |
| Metal man bloody and junk, it gonna happen |
| Jihad intoxicated overlord rappin' |
| Come on money what you hearin' |
| Whole hood’ll be X-Filed when niggas just start disappearin' |
| JuJu make it hard to breathe I understand |
| Niggas couldn’t have heart if it came in a can |
| Niggas act funny, I just love money |
| And my life is a reflection of that, A’ight? |
| Dummy! |
| Scary expensive my wardrobe very extensive |
| Let’s face it Jerry’s eccentric |
| Who want to rumble with the K’ah |
| No good to playa, no hood to slaya |
| Your flooded in my daylights |
| They lose pay’otch, do chaos |
| And if you with it from the junk do say’os |
| See me my more, find your spleen on the floor |
| Punk one, dunk one, got your team on the floor |
| You never seen me before |
| Needled in with your men’s |
| You don’t know me like you’all gonna see my face again |
| You see my face again if you’all about witnessin' |
| You a judge, DA, you tongue Glock kissermen (kiss noise) |
| One shot whistlin', lead bore glistenin' |
| Crack your dome you faced off like Nick n' him, son |
| Out the cage you saw my rage |
| It’s big boy toys, baby talkin' Glocks and gauges |
| And my hock’s contagious, spit flues till I’m thru |
| Please believe it, reekin' that doo Babu |
| Who! |
| You heard motherfuckers? |
| Motherfucking Beatnuts |