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home brew - duck duck doogit lyrics

[intro]
yo yo yo
yeah
haz beats, @peace, stank cheese, slow flows and [?]

[verse 1]
blade kick you 8-bit basic
hurricane hit your face – quit the fake sh-t
duck duck doogit
you dumb f-ck cool kids
don’t f-ck groupies, just love music
i do it
but i don’t play with no roshes
you get rolled for j’s
i roll jays
i ain’t dropping my nuts for nothing but old age
you scuffin’ them up then f-cking up your whole day

man, i’m too old for that
too old to rap
too old to be doing glucose and crack
and calling it c0ke
you bought it in bulk
thought you were dope?
nope – you snorting the soap
i’m ybb: young, balding and broke
dumb hard looking for the remote, normal adult
did my best trying to get west auckland to vote
the result, it’s like trying to talk to the hoax
and my revolt is that i left that watering hole
you say i ditched that? f that, auckland will cope
i ain’t a pope

i don’t wanna be the leader
don’t even need a leader, isn’t that the reason we were even
in it to begin with?
now we’re letting people feed in to the image
and the gimmick, and i don’t believe in neither
don’t believe in even believing at all
leave the ego at the door
when i record, don’t need to be the caesar
just need to eat
i need a beat that i can feed my speakers
you need to be seen on the scene
you need to clean your sneakers

[verse 2]
mad, cause i wanna be a dreamer
what the f-ck?
just because i don’t wanna be a cleaner
you’ve never even been to melbourne
calling me a diva?
i mean what’s that even mean
i mean, you’re mad i’m even meaner than i was
before i moved to aussie?
probably
look, i’m in collingwood – that’s not holly
holy-moley, how much molly
you had
to come down that bad?
when i come round the pad
you’re all run-down and sad
strung out, trying to get your c-m out your bag
bruv, i don’t ever come out the lab
it’s a lag
like my old man done

[verse 3]
f-ck peter campbell, man get your tongue out your crack
simon sweetman, suck the nut out my sack
f-ck patriotism – gives a f-ck ’bout a flag?
tell the pm to get the f-ck out iraq
f-ck the whole country, get the f-ck out of that
while you stuck out in pap’
trying to bust out the tap
hung me on the gallows on the front page of stuff
they callin’ me all dried up like kim hill’s m-ff
that’s enough

[outro]
f-ck this sh-t
see how you made me feel you f-?

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