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[Duddy Ken]Now truthfully, I believe that I'm the tightest nigga musicallyUsually I wouldn't brag but I've been bustin since my pubertyIn a Cadillac that ride with five guls and they nudityYou can bring yo' best words, I bet I still outrep you brutallyLow down dirty and beautiful, who wanna test my verbal side?Boy I'm fly-n-tie(?), especially when I let that herbal flySouthern fried, cool kid, some of that country cultureLeave you dead, peep your bread, a value meal for them busters[Bubba Sparxxx]Shit I'm steppin off in the tunnel with a funnel of KeystoneAte a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin all week longY'all keep on, with that jibbery jabbery slippin out happilyExpose you pretty hoes with a dose of this hospitalityGravity in yo' trunk while yo' producers forgot the bumpWe introduce you to these high hats like that, yo' spot is krunkThis blunt, I put the fire to, I really do admire youBut even though Bubba dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too[Chorus: Duddy Ken]I hope you can swim if you wanna battleYou're up shit creek without a paddleWhatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and slaughterBubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the waterI hope you can swim if you wanna battleYou're up shit creek without a paddleY'all ain't ready (y'all ain't ready)Y'all ain't ready - take'm to the water[Bubba Sparxxx]See momma named me lil' devil, that ain't no relation to SatanAin't got no patience for hatin, I'll be at the station awaitinthe arrival of that DJ that don't replay unless we payI stormed the beach like D-Day, now that bitch play, when we sayI'm with D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we been fly, since gin (?)Sips bourbon with a twist, Bubba lurkin in your midstWithout my dick perverted this cause y'all was smellin vaginalBeen bumped wrong, one too many times for actin rational[Duddy Ken]D.K. I bomb folks, man I throw heat like I was John SmokesBut mine from a gun though, change yo' name to John DoeShit, have your whole family Mourning like AlonzoThen go back to my condo, so I can let my kind growIs you blind folk? Why you can't see bigger thangs?Don't rup on this stage, cause ain't no bitch-ass nigga maynAnd my mob ain't either, don't make me have to play a songwith my lil' chrome heater, bet that and (?) punk niggaNow get it get it crunk, like jumpoffs, B.K. they trippinI'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, cause I ain't slippinJust hippin you to this real shit, so get in where you fitSittin on lean, off that Jim Beam, fin' to throw a fitFrom A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana, SavannahSippin gin and Tropicana while Georgia play AlabamaMight stumble over a freestyle and pick up like a scannerTurn the mics off lost, somebody call the light boss[Chorus][Bubba Sparxxx]Aww shitBoy I'm out here chasin daddy lucid, shit Satan produced itSwitched from duce-duces to substance abuse nuisanceFuckin these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sickI'm goin skinny dippin after y'all hit (aww shit)That country fuckin Bubba hit his head and lost his mindEight grand for a Roley? That only just bought you timeI'm in line waitin to grind, it's too cloudy for me to shineI'ma keep this bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you reclineAnd in time, I'ma jump this fuckin ship, and run and getmy crown in every town, I lay it down, when I spitThis shit, is so much more than white folks and white thangsor black folks and black thangs, just bounce if the track bangsYou lack game, Bubba got that shit goin two for fiftyCommunicatin cool with them country folk, strictlyJust hit me, on the beep, whenever, cause I don't sleepTwo thousand, every week, take a peep, before you leap[Chorus] - repeat 2Xmore