(Verse 1)
A lotta ducks changed their name from David,
To Latoya, a choice they did bravely.
You aoe duck, what kind of mama indeed,
To name her that, sowing such a seed?
Many ducks from VPS turned to gold,
A very good wife, the story is told.
(Verse 2)
Latoya, duck, fifty cents got a 'ghett,'
Her husband's hair thinning, with no regret.
Bald spots emerging, a thought in his mind,
Backdoor ideas, of a peculiar kind.
Not just a duck, but his ex-wife's old claim,
Cropping blouses, bringing her to shame.
(Verse 3)
Pay your bills and fill up your fridge,
Then Tee moved his duck, across the bridge.
Into her garage, a curious sight,
All fifty ducks followed, bathed in the light.
She still has a TV, fourteen inches wide,
Duck, the ghetto, nowhere to hide.
(Verse 4)
She's crazy for Rage, he's crazy for man,
"Growl! Look in my eye, if you truly can.
What the duck have you done for me, pray?"
He spent not five cents, so what can he say?
Then yaaah duck, transforming with might,
Turns them to nibbles, a tasty, ducky sight.
(Verse 5)
So tasty they could pick from the floor,
That's real duck, asking for more.
Duck with the ducks, soul power's flame,
Ducks eat roaches, a curious game.
One by one, a sound they would make,
Like a duck on a mountain, for goodness sake.
(Verse 6)
With duck for all, from every wild duck,
About to catch police, with terrible luck.
A day off virus, they'd ask without fear,
"Go cut my head," for all to hear.
No rain, duck, a truly bad duck's plea,
Not at all, he's in the country, you see.
(Verse 7)
Demons in space, on live tele they'd gaze,
Watching the whole live duck, through a hazy maze.
Back to the rear of his ex-wife, so bold,
A withdrawal cheque, a story untold.
So many Pacific trees, they'd stop to hear,
No longer listening to garbage, holding it dear.
(Verse 8)
2Pac throwing his ducks, at her screen so vast,
Here a bird duck, a moment to last.
A bird twists the wrist, replaces the duck with ease,
G Unit runs the duck, blowing a gentle breeze.
They lose their part shop, just like that day,
Eating her skits, in a peculiar way.
(Verse 9)
"Why a gun in the house, like a couch on the floor?"
Duck, still the best, and asking for more.
Interrogative pressure, in real mode deep,
Eating their brains, while secrets they'd keep.
Till they gangster'd, yelped, "Help, he needs my ducks!"
Haircuts for homies, escaping the rucks.
(Verse 10)
Black house special, G Unit's command,
Turn over all, across the land.
If not everyone got a cut from that duck,
They got bacon, rear style, with good luck.
Go ahead, check that duck, the hood's tale,
Young Buck spits back, through sunshine and gale.
(Verse 11) To Rage, this duck ain't opening a duck, Duck her brains, what a stroke of bad luck. She won't stay home, 'til I see my own face, From her brother's room, in that special place. The hashtag looking turban, a bandana's view, Peking 187, a scheme coming true.
Verse 12) Sandpaper duck Jake, talking at his guitar, Special delivery, shining lic
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