Pinball - Duckbutter Weather lyrics

[Intro: Pinball] Ha Ha! Bice Boys, Dip-sh**. Quack, quack, b**h! [Hook: Schmidty] "Duckbu*ter Weather" got me feeling kind of high I kick off my shoes and wonder why It's so hot - I got a lot that's on my mind I can't take it "Duckbu*ter Weather" got me feeling kind of low Where's all that sweat supposed to go? Down my drawers? A collection overload I can't shake it [Verse 1: Schmidty] Everybody listen, here's my name and here's my mission Schmidty's got a sour duckbu*ter disposition So I get permission and I dial my physician He told me that he better take a look in my position "What's up, Doc? What the f** is up with my co*k? I got a weird bu*ter crud on my dickory dock!" "Okay. What's your name, Son?" "Schmidy!" I blew it "Hey, you're from that Bice Boys crew. I knew it!" Then the doctor looked like a crook with a cook book He took a CD out of the back of a book nook "This is my demo, and my lyrical steno. You're my Miracle man with that diarrhetical funnel." "Oh f** you, Doc! I ain't doing sh** for you! I'm Sitting here cooking like a bowl of fondue!" "No, Schmidty wait! I'm a doctor and a rapper too Plus I've got a banging a** house with a swimming pool." [Hook] [Verse 2: Pinball] It's Pinball, making food for your kids In that school cafeteria, no telling what my limit is It's getting hot in this kitchen and I might faint I take a step outside, feel what's comforting my taint It's duckbu*ter and I know just what to do - Use my Goochtown surprise to make something completely new! You ever heard of a PB&J? Take that peanut bu*ter off It'll just get in the f**ing way I start spreading on this bodily concoction Put the sandwich on their plates, sit back, and now I watch 'em Laugh when they eat my special treat. It's just duckbu*ter and jelly Slathered on a slice of wheat Now there's no secret to this very simple recipe All you need is a dirty grundle and extreme heat I'm the new Guy Fieri, don't you know my a** is sweaty? Spaghetti! [Hook] [Verse 3: Daz Waq] It's Daz Waq and his Pee-Pa, cruising in the roadster Sun's shining on me, prune juice in the coaster Heat rising up from the black leather seats There's a sour, foul, stench! Something's brewing beneath... Therapy, I'm in love with that scent from above I'm unfamiliar with it so I give my grandpa a shove I said, "Pee-Pa, (sniff, sniff) what is that smell?" He said, "That's duckbu*ter, Son. You're brewing lots I can tell." "What the hell is this bu*ter that makes my heart flutter?" Said, "It's the spot called that taint, collects the sweat like a gutter From your a** to your balls, all the fluid in your drawers You know I love it, gotta have it, it's just never appalls." I reach down, feel the moisture, take a sniff of that aroma Gramps looked at me and said, "You got a duckbu*ter diploma!" Gooch is cooking and it's steaming, balls sticking to me There's a factory down south I call the "Duckbu*ter Brewery." [Hook] [Outro: Pinball] (Ducks quacking) Hey! Shut your duck-a** up!