This is a song about "Ducks and grapes and a feminist"

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Theyre ducks, hides and theyre faces contorts and they begin to pray

This is something different

This is a handicap match and

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

Used to call me the african don dada

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand