This is a song about "Small ducks"

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

You get hit wit a small dose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Like a small garage in your backyard

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

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