Sucka Jeans
I'm too nasty they shouldn't even allow me to live cause I'm so fuckin' nasty, it's insane
I don't even need water, I don't even need water to live, boy!
Everybody should be scared, when I, when I start rapping
They should be like, Ohhhh SHIT, that's Duncan?!
They should like, run away like they're about to get shot 'cause
They are 'cause my words are so fucking violent, aye
What's up, LD? What you got there?
Luscious Duncan got the fuckin' heat pumpin
Up in this bitch, you got sucka jeans
Your pants lookin' weak, drop a dump up
In 'em when we huff in this shit, yo tuck in yo
Tits, little Mr. Man, I got advice for the
Night from your sister Samantha
Put a fifth to your lips, if you can't
Handle this Actavis, bad answer
Tap-dancin' like I'm Tony Danza
Racks and amps and holy dank-dank
Fat Bastard, way I roll it, you
Say you got strong, but that's only shake weight
I got the bottles and bank
You got the Bartles & Jaymes
I pop a Oxy and stay in one
Place, you want me to move? Better pay me
Y'all better move out the way, B, please
Pull up on you goofs in an ATV
Stupid how you think you could taste like me
You couldn't even move like eight CDs
If you worked at Sam Goody in '83
Put the R.A.P.S. on they ass like it's COD
For the last time in mathematics
I'm the Prime like I'm Samus in her POV
Put the heat on me and you won't get no dap
Even if you had a tool you should keep it on the slab
Leave 'em bleedin' from their hands like it's stigmata
Pop Rocks & Gummy Bears out the piñata
Not Joshin' but I'm Groban these like dollars like I
Started from the bottom, hit a rig, B, an L, an oar
Sippin' on Sprite with your dad, put your
Pop in tags, yeah I'll show you what the metaphor, bitch
Get it? Get it? Man I'm so fucking smart, think about it
God damn god damn, Duncan
You the man you the man, fuck it, and
Man, I'm so motherfucking smart, Duncan man, fuck your art
I'm the man and I just blew apart your heart
What the fuck, I don't give a fuck about your shit
I'm the motherfucking man I got these girls on my dick
Fuck your ho
God damnit, I don't give a fucking fuck
Ungh--Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan go!!
So what we gon' do now, LD?
I don't even need water, I don't even need water to live, boy!
Everybody should be scared, when I, when I start rapping
They should be like, Ohhhh SHIT, that's Duncan?!
They should like, run away like they're about to get shot 'cause
They are 'cause my words are so fucking violent, aye
What's up, LD? What you got there?
Luscious Duncan got the fuckin' heat pumpin
Up in this bitch, you got sucka jeans
Your pants lookin' weak, drop a dump up
In 'em when we huff in this shit, yo tuck in yo
Tits, little Mr. Man, I got advice for the
Night from your sister Samantha
Put a fifth to your lips, if you can't
Handle this Actavis, bad answer
Tap-dancin' like I'm Tony Danza
Racks and amps and holy dank-dank
Fat Bastard, way I roll it, you
Say you got strong, but that's only shake weight
I got the bottles and bank
You got the Bartles & Jaymes
I pop a Oxy and stay in one
Place, you want me to move? Better pay me
Y'all better move out the way, B, please
Pull up on you goofs in an ATV
Stupid how you think you could taste like me
You couldn't even move like eight CDs
If you worked at Sam Goody in '83
Put the R.A.P.S. on they ass like it's COD
For the last time in mathematics
I'm the Prime like I'm Samus in her POV
Put the heat on me and you won't get no dap
Even if you had a tool you should keep it on the slab
Leave 'em bleedin' from their hands like it's stigmata
Pop Rocks & Gummy Bears out the piñata
Not Joshin' but I'm Groban these like dollars like I
Started from the bottom, hit a rig, B, an L, an oar
Sippin' on Sprite with your dad, put your
Pop in tags, yeah I'll show you what the metaphor, bitch
Get it? Get it? Man I'm so fucking smart, think about it
God damn god damn, Duncan
You the man you the man, fuck it, and
Man, I'm so motherfucking smart, Duncan man, fuck your art
I'm the man and I just blew apart your heart
What the fuck, I don't give a fuck about your shit
I'm the motherfucking man I got these girls on my dick
Fuck your ho
God damnit, I don't give a fucking fuck
Ungh--Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan go!!
So what we gon' do now, LD?
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Writer(s): Brian Baliga
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