[Duddy Ken]
  Now truthfully, I believe that I'm the tightest nigga 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 Sparxxx]
  Shit 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 shit 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 shit 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 Sparxxx]
  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 bitch 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 vaginal
  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
  Shit, 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 bitch-ass nigga 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 nigga
  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 shit, 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 Sparxxx]
  Aww shit
  Boy I'm out here chasin daddy lucid, shit Satan produced it
  Switched from duce-duces to substance abuse nuisance
  Fuckin these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick
  I'm goin skinny dippin after y'all hit (aww shit)
  That country fuckin 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 bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you recline
  And in time, I'ma jump this fuckin ship, and run and get
  my crown in every town, I lay it down, when I spit
  This shit, 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 shit 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]