Lyrics Duck Season - The Beatnuts, Al Tariq

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