Reklews - DUHH! lyrics

[INTRO] (Ey, how's it hang esé?) (Alright, ahh, well... not so good, you know, I don't even know what's goin' on, but, I'm seeing things) [VERSE 1 - Bill Shakes] You're chattin' up birds thinkin' you're God I'm in the back pickin' em off, you're gettin' jack diddly squat I live in a box A messy man neckin' Kessy straight out the petty can Me hands are raidin' your crops, you won't get a chance To blaze the last [?] gram, rappers styles are second hand [?] like Fred the Weatherman, I'll piss on your parade It's Shakes, awkward pauses, floorboards squawking Always focused, put me head through the wall and walk through gauntlets Don't know what they taught you Norman But it won't get you far You walk up spittin' soap suds, chattin' more bubbles than a bubble blower The outlook's bleak You'll be countin' sheep after a round with B I [?] double L, in trouble, well You're lucky someone rung the bell The name's Bill, my game's ill Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** [VERSE 2 - Lee Scott] I sit stiffer than a wooden board, yet I'm drivin' ya to the wall When it comes to doin' nothin' I've done it all Chongin' an O-Z I've been doin' this since I was rockin' a bowl head You see me still there like, "Why are you still there?" Rantin' like Bill [?], I'm dumb with a capital derr! Err, I keep eatin' like I'm never full I split wigs and ash spliffs in an empty skull Content when the weather's dull, sue me I'm used to hearin' inspirational sh** like "f** you, Lee" Who's the man? Me! Alright, I just thought I'd ask That's your birds whistlin' as I'm walkin' past Like "Oh my, would you look at that" So fly in a innovative Blah Velcro badge bucket hat Chattin' non-debatable nonsense I'm an even bigger G than the gravitational constant T'was livin' life on the edge then I pushed ya I'm chillin' at least a level above ya I saw a hole in the floor and slapped you through the ceilin' I love the smell of Napalm in the mornin', afternoon and evenin' Apocalypse has been and gone, Mr Wrong Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** [VERSE 3 - King Grubb] I'm on the set, let's not forget I ain't the one to test Best watch your step Yeah your album's on the shelf 5 days later, still waitin' for one to sell Agonising I'm sure, hardly gratifying If you were wiser, then you'd hand your mic in faster than a flash of lightning On some pantomime sh** And your girl's on some widow twa*ky type tip A man in tights and despite this she says she cramped your style I laugh at life coz it's too much to an*lyse with this fragile mind of mine I snort a fine line, fly by night crash out and rise slow like a [?] might I scandalise and vandalise b**by trappin lighters, known as the Man on Fire All Blah black attire It's King Grubb, drink up Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh** Kid, I'm on that cold saggin' sh**