(feat. Duddy Ken) [Duddy Ken] Now truthfully, I believe that I'm the tightest n***a musically Usually I wouldn't brag but I've been bustin since my puberty In a Cadillac that ride with five guls and they nudity You can bring yo' best words, I bet I still outrep you brutally Low down dirty and beautiful, who wanna test my verbal side? Boy I'm fly-n-tie(?), especially when I let that herbal fly Southern fried, cool kid, some of that country culture Leave you dead, peep your bread, a value meal for them busters [Bubba Sparxxx] sh** I'm steppin off in the tunnel with a funnel of Keystone Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin all week long Y'all keep on, with that jibbery jabbery slippin out happily Expose you pretty hoes with a dose of this hospitality Gravity in yo' trunk while yo' producers forgot the bump We introduce you to these high hats like that, yo' spot is krunk This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do admire you But even though Bubba dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too [Chorus: Duddy Ken] I hope you can swim if you wanna battle You're up sh** creek without a paddle Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and slaughter Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the water I hope you can swim if you wanna battle You're up sh** creek without a paddle Y'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 Satan Ain't got no patience for hatin, I'll be at the station awaitin the arrival of that DJ that don't replay unless we pay I stormed the beach like D-Day, now that b**h play, when we say I'm with D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we been fly, since gin (?) Sips bourbon with a twist, Bubba lurkin in your midst Without my dick perverted this cause y'all was smellin vaginal Been bumped wrong, one too many times for actin rational [Duddy Ken] D.K. I bomb folks, man I throw heat like I was John Smokes But mine from a gun though, change yo' name to John Doe sh**, have your whole family Mourning like Alonzo Then go back to my condo, so I can let my kind grow Is you blind folk? Why you can't see bigger thangs? Don't rup on this stage, cause ain't no b**h-a** n***a mayn And my mob ain't either, don't make me have to play a song with my lil' chrome heater, bet that and (?) punk n***a Now get it get it crunk, like jumpoffs, B.K. they trippin I'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, cause I ain't slippin Just hippin you to this real sh**, so get in where you fit Sittin on lean, off that Jim Beam, fin' to throw a fit From A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana, Savannah Sippin gin and Tropicana while Georgia play Alabama Might stumble over a freestyle and pick up like a scanner Turn the mics off lost, somebody call the light boss [Chorus] [Bubba Sparxxx] Aww sh** Boy I'm out here chasin daddy lucid, sh** Satan produced it Switched from duce-duces to substance abuse nuisance f**in these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick I'm goin skinny dippin after y'all hit (aww sh**) That country f**in Bubba hit his head and lost his mind Eight grand for a Roley? That only just bought you time I'm in line waitin to grind, it's too cloudy for me to shine I'ma keep this b**h krunk, get rowdy, while you recline And in time, I'ma jump this f**in ship, and run and get my crown in every town, I lay it down, when I spit This sh**, is so much more than white folks and white thangs or black folks and black thangs, just bounce if the track bangs You lack game, Bubba got that sh** goin two for fifty Communicatin cool with them country folk, strictly Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, cause I don't sleep Two thousand, every week, take a peep, before you leap [Chorus - repeat 2X]