Duck Seazon (Explicit)

Scrape y'all motherf**kers
This is my word  when you see us
When you see us flashing and shining
And building and adding on
Y'all niggaz just watch it  hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me  pay attention  put your shoes on
Yo  my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again
Pirahna niggaz bite dick  yo Son  it's on again
What up  he made a move  try to assist it
Listen kid yo  you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel  you Son  it's logical
How you figure God  what  flow on the track  flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts  it's over God so  taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans  the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what  my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what  blessed enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that  Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians  la costra nostra
We movin' through your hood like we supposed ta  flexin'
Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement
So keep the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad a** b**ch in Dead Presidents
Add on  the billboard sloan
Check it now  you get the gold dick award
It's like jail  and it's the sixth floor
Test me  floating in the S E   now let's see
Half of y'all niggaz built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots  homos  yo  my flavor liver than a dobo
Stay militant kid  twist ya like bolo
You f**king idiot  playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it
Fake one  I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please  y'all niggaz money's gettin' low
But could you come back though
Set up shop  and get the fat glow
Tired of y'all  mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now  link up with us  or put your shield down
Faggot  you f**k around punk
We battle for cream ni**a
You want a pound crab  Nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy a** rings
No more said  knew your chump a** was dead
When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang ni**a  ain't nuttin' changed ni**a
Still shame on a ni**a  who tried to run game
Your version of perversion  f**kin' b**ches on Persian rugs
Washin' niggaz like detergent  it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
Front page  "Daily Chronicle" reads
"Hell up in Gotham  take heed and protect yo' seeds"
You fall like autumn leaves  you lack tranquility
In your rap utilities  to f**k with the abilities
Race like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Ancient poems and poetry  old sloans
Explosive head bullets  black hooded
Timberland footed ninjas  who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase price  I'm certainly a heist
For your ice and curtains and vice
Come quietly  Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety  so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me  diary  ya Irie
I need 18 points for my next joint  this high annointed king
To make a deal  I be the one to appoint
Steve Rifkind must have been sniffin'
To catch somethin' so d**e  it left Monica Lynch p**sy drippin'
I f**k hundreds of b**ches  and split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hill to the harbor
Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's  thieves and bank robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens  and the world's best refreshment
But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds  in the home that I rest in
Enter my zone get blown to 99 sections
This rhyme has no limitations  this time there's no hesitation
Collecting minds at the door  you want it niggaz it's yours
The flavors raw  what the f**k you think I'm flowing for
It's rhyme and reason  bite the bullet
Niggaz is foul and it's duck season
We at odds 'til we even motherf**ker
Bad asses  high times  lower classes
Taste mine  straight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to him  room service  under pressure
And mad nervy  wavin' guns at the clergy
Ticallion  we ain't worried
Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty
Picture this  watch the birdy
These bastards is Ol' and Dirty
With sharp pins that be stabbing you
Pins and needles  needles and pins
'Nuff said  dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'
As I race track with thoroughbreds  duckin' the feds
Yo  my ice look fly up on the keyboard son
Niggaz ran up on me law  praising what we do by the lords
That's right  exile the fake  hit them niggaz like weight
Feed 'em food  let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction  that's the whole science on my  production
Y'all niggas guess who stuck son  left his nuts hungs
Switch  finger itch  starin at you like a b**ch
Maybe y'all niggaz snitched
Youse a loner  Adidas shell top while I
Sip a Corona  read the Robb Report  then bone her
Buy you some jewels  here's some food
Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo  check out the analoo
We in the mushrooms  chased the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeans  thick ropes God  sliding through customs
Chill  y'all niggaz know what time it is
James Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon
Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan  he caught a slug for lyin'
Yeah  you was lyin'  where's the cash  cryin'
Militia  rollin' in position  Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
Lex retali' back whistlin'  fake f**ks