Duck Season - The Beatnuts, Al Tariq

That’s real, that’s right

That’s right, that’s real

Intoxicated demons

«Hustler from the Queens borough it’s Big Psych»

Babu, Babu?

Off the hizzle watch it sizzle like peroxide

Slap my cock between your eyes, now you cock-eyed

Cocksucker you can’t fuck with the Nuts

Ask your girl cause she’s suckin' the nuts

Everytime I swing my punch connects

So stop frontin' show the Beatnuts respect

Hatin' on your nextdoor neighbour

That’s why I have your ears in pain when you heard my flavour

It’s Big Psych, DJ Babu with a brand new song

We blazing chron', like Cheech and Chong

It’s a freak-a-thon, squeezin' cheeks in thongs

Droppin' bombs on heavy base, «BOOM!», now your speaker’s gone

Don’t know you should’ve known

It’s the original Psycho any other one’s a clone

Here’s what every Emcee oughta be

Exclusive cuz see there ain’t no ordinary part of me

Look in my eyes it ain’t hard to see

I pump fear in every goddamn coronary artery

Big guns, big drums both bangin'

Allstars gonna have big wing coach dragon

Metal man bloody and junk, it gonna happen

Jihad intoxicated overlord rappin'

Come on money what you hearin'

Whole hood’ll be X-Filed when niggas just start disappearin'

JuJu make it hard to breathe I understand

Niggas couldn’t have heart if it came in a can

Niggas act funny, I just love money

And my life is a reflection of that, A’ight?

Dummy!

Scary expensive my wardrobe very extensive

Let’s face it Jerry’s eccentric

Who want to rumble with the K’ah

No good to playa, no hood to slaya

Your flooded in my daylights

They lose pay’otch, do chaos

And if you with it from the junk do say’os

See me my more, find your spleen on the floor

Punk one, dunk one, got your team on the floor

You never seen me before

Needled in with your men’s

You don’t know me like you’all gonna see my face again

You see my face again if you’all about witnessin'

You a judge, DA, you tongue Glock kissermen (kiss noise)

One shot whistlin', lead bore glistenin'

Crack your dome you faced off like Nick n' him, son

Out the cage you saw my rage

It’s big boy toys, baby talkin' Glocks and gauges

And my hock’s contagious, spit flues till I’m thru

Please believe it, reekin' that doo Babu

Who!

You heard motherfuckers?

Motherfucking Beatnuts