Ah yeah

It's the fat joint right here

Here we...

This joint right here is dedicated to

Well, I'm not malicious

But all those whose words vicious

Talkin behind the back

This shit is wack



Here we go

You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)

Walk like a duck (walk like a duck)

You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)

Say what? (Like a muthafuckin duck!)				

You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)

Walk like a duck (walk like a duck)

You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)

Yo Jorge, how do ducks walk?



Check it

[ VERSE 1 ]

Kurious was never one for ring around

The rosie, not Josey, but I mosey on down

To a meadow where the flowers stay wilted

So what I ain't hit as many skins as Wilt the Stilt did

It's like that, never labelled a wack

And yo, they choose behind my back to do the Duckville quack

My style is cool, sweet like a ???

But still (what?) you gossip like a bitch

Mental stimulation when I'm rollin with the rat pack

If you're frontin rock, get the doodoo out your knap sack

The fat track provided by the Beat' got you goin

'nuts kickin butts, underneath be when I'm flowin

I'm knowin, you frontin-ass ducks is gettin smeared

My crew rolls thick like a hillbilly's beard

Constipated Monkeys gettin to the point quick

Like my man Apache said: yo, get off (MY DICK!)



[ VERSE 2 ]

It's like that and - ah

Didn't go to Georgia, took the train to Alabama

On the midnight tip like Gladys Knight and the Pips

My sole intention bein to move the marrow in your hips

Family confusion's what motivates the rhymer

Got an aunt named Tom, uncle named Jemima

Kurious Jorge on the welfare line

Plus American Airline never prepared mine

Ears for the poppin, hands for the clappin

If I sense turbulence, commence to see the captain

Two strikes, your motion got a notion of funk

I must prescribe a mint (why?) cause your breath stunk

(Ill) I paid the bills, sent a check to my mama

If you try to wreck my mind, there's mad drama

I'ma deliver one worm for the hawk

Eliminatin quacks on the duck walk



[ VERSE 3 ]

I drop limes like you drop mescaline

Tabs on my tongue as I swung from the swing

And came up with that thing they call 'Walk Like a Duck'

Quite frankly don't give a fuck

Mama raised me humble, so I never ever label

Myself as the best, cause some of the rest got more flavor

But that's okay, beyond a shadow of a doubt

I got skills, I ain't conceited, but still might take you out

Half Puertorican, half Cuban, not Fidel

Castro, like an astro you know I excel

Time to sell mad units, scratchin on my pubics

Complicate confusion like a ?Nick Kubrick? on a Rubik

Who kicks the bubbles that allow the truth to surface?

I never will delete, so I don't defeat the purpose

Slapshot the gift like a hockey puck

Ha-ha, you fuckin duck