This is a song about "Killer ducks"

You all are just sitting ducks

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks