[Intro: Pinball]
Ha Ha! Bice Boys, Dip-sh**. Quack, quack, b**h!
[Hook: Schmidty]
"Duckbu*ter Weather" got me feeling kind of high
I kick off my shoes and wonder why
It's so hot - I got a lot that's on my mind
I can't take it
"Duckbu*ter Weather" got me feeling kind of low
Where's all that sweat supposed to go?
Down my drawers? A collection overload
I can't shake it
[Verse 1: Schmidty]
Everybody listen, here's my name and here's my mission
Schmidty's got a sour duckbu*ter disposition
So I get permission and I dial my physician
He told me that he better take a look in my position
"What's up, Doc? What the f** is up with my co*k?
I got a weird bu*ter crud on my dickory dock!"
"Okay. What's your name, Son?"
"Schmidy!" I blew it
"Hey, you're from that Bice Boys crew. I knew it!"
Then the doctor looked like a crook with a cook book
He took a CD out of the back of a book nook
"This is my demo, and my lyrical steno. You're my
Miracle man with that diarrhetical funnel."
"Oh f** you, Doc! I ain't doing sh** for you! I'm
Sitting here cooking like a bowl of fondue!"
"No, Schmidty wait! I'm a doctor and a rapper too
Plus I've got a banging a** house with a swimming pool."
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pinball]
It's Pinball, making food for your kids
In that school cafeteria, no telling what my limit is
It's getting hot in this kitchen and I might faint
I take a step outside, feel what's comforting my taint
It's duckbu*ter and I know just what to do -
Use my Goochtown surprise to make something completely new!
You ever heard of a PB&J? Take that peanut bu*ter off
It'll just get in the f**ing way
I start spreading on this bodily concoction
Put the sandwich on their plates, sit back, and now I watch 'em
Laugh when they eat my special treat. It's just duckbu*ter and jelly
Slathered on a slice of wheat
Now there's no secret to this very simple recipe
All you need is a dirty grundle and extreme heat
I'm the new Guy Fieri, don't you know my a** is sweaty?
Spaghetti!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Daz Waq]
It's Daz Waq and his Pee-Pa, cruising in the roadster
Sun's shining on me, prune juice in the coaster
Heat rising up from the black leather seats
There's a sour, foul, stench! Something's brewing beneath...
Therapy, I'm in love with that scent from above
I'm unfamiliar with it so I give my grandpa a shove
I said, "Pee-Pa, (sniff, sniff) what is that smell?"
He said, "That's duckbu*ter, Son. You're brewing lots I can tell."
"What the hell is this bu*ter that makes my heart flutter?"
Said, "It's the spot called that taint, collects the sweat like a gutter
From your a** to your balls, all the fluid in your drawers
You know I love it, gotta have it, it's just never appalls."
I reach down, feel the moisture, take a sniff of that aroma
Gramps looked at me and said, "You got a duckbu*ter diploma!"
Gooch is cooking and it's steaming, balls sticking to me
There's a factory down south I call the "Duckbu*ter Brewery."
[Hook]
[Outro: Pinball]
(Ducks quacking) Hey! Shut your duck-a** up!