Now, truthfully, I believe that I'm the tightest nigga, Usually, I wouldn't but I've been bustin' since my puberty In a Cadillac, that with five guls and their nudity You can bring yo' best words, I bet, I out rep you brutally
Low down, dirty and beautiful, who test my verbal side? Boy, I'm fly, tie, especially when I let herbal fly Southern fried, cool kid, some of that culture you dead, peep your bread, a value meal for them busters
Shit, I'm steppin' off in the tunnel with a funnel of Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin' all week Y'all keep on that jibbery-jabbery, slippin' out happily Expose you pretty with a dose of this hospitality
Gravity in yo' trunk, while yo' forgot the bump We introduce you to these hats like that, yo' spot is krunk This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do you But even though Bubba dirty, he certainly fin' to too
I you can swim if you wanna battle You're up shit creek without a Whatcha do now? Grab my pen and slaughter Bubba Ken, Ken, take'm to the water
Swim, if you wanna You're up creek without a paddle Y'all ain't (Y'all ready) Y'all ready, take'm to the water
See, momma named me, Devil, that ain't no relation to Satan got no patience for hatin', I'll be at the station, awaitin' The arrival of DJ that don't replay unless we pay I stormed the beach like D-Day, now, that bitch when we say
I'm D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we been fly, since gin and I Sips Bourbon a twist, Bubba, lurkin' in your midst Without my dick, perverted this, 'cause y'all was smellin' Been wrong, one too many times for actin' rational
D.K., I folks, man, I throw heat like I was John Smokes But mine from a gun though, yo' name to John Doe Shit, your whole family mourning like Alonzo Then go to my condo, so I can let my kind grow
Is you blind folk? Why you see bigger thangs? Don't run up on this stage, 'cause no bitch-ass nigga, mayn And my mob ain't, either, don't make me to play a song With my chrome heater, bet that and ain't no punk
Now, get it, get it, crunk, like jump-offs, B.K. trippin' I'm fin' to go on and one of they lumps off, 'cause I ain't slippin' Just hippin', you to real shit, so, get in where you fit on lean, off that Jim Beam, fin' to throw a fit
From A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana, Sippin' gin and Tropicana while Georgia play stumble over a freestyle and pick up like a scanner Turn the off, lost, somebody, call the light boss
I hope you can swim if you battle up shit creek without a paddle Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the
Swim if you wanna You're up shit creek a paddle Y'all ain't (Y'all ready) Y'all ready Take'm to the
Boy, I'm out here daddy lucid, shit, Satan produced it Switched from duce, duces to substance-abuse these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick I'm goin' skinny dippin' after hit
That fuckin', Bubba, hit his head and lost his mind Eight grand for a That only just bought you time I'm in line waitin', to grind, it's too for me to shine I'ma this bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you recline
And in time, jump this fuckin' ship, and run and get My crown in every town, I lay it down, when I This shit, is so more than white folks and white thangs Or black folks and thangs, just bounce if the track bangs
You lack game, Bubba got that goin' two for fifty Communicatin' cool them country folk, strictly hit me, on the beep, whenever, 'cause I don't sleep Two thousand, week, take a peep, before you leap
I you can swim if you wanna battle You're up shit creek a paddle Whatcha do now? Grab my pen and slaughter Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, to the water
Swim, if you wanna up shit creek without a paddle Y'all ready (Y'all ready) Y'all ain't to the water
I hope you can if you wanna battle up shit creek without a paddle Whatcha do now, grab my pen and slaughter Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the water
Swim, if you battle You're up shit without a paddle Y'all ain't (Y'all ready) Y'all ready Take'm to the