(feat. Duddy Ken)
[Duddy Ken]
Now truthfully, I believe that I'm the tightest ^!$$% 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 Spar$%&^]

%#@! 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 %#@! 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 %#@! 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 Spar$%&^]
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 (*##$ 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 ##&*%$l

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
%#@!, 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 (*##$-ass ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%
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 %#@!, 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 Spar$%&^]
Aww %#@!

Boy I'm out here chasin daddy lucid, %#@! Satan produced it
Switched from duce-duces to substance abuse nuisance
$#&@in these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick

I'm goin skinny dippin after y'all hit (aww %#@!)
That country $#&@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 (*##$ krunk, get rowdy, while you recline
And in time, I'ma jump this $#&@in ship, and run and get

my crown in every town, I lay it down, when I spit
This %#@!, 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 %#@! 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]