[𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬]
(Domingo, Verse 1)
I'm a walking quacking paradox
Breaking bread and sitting at the table in the House of Mouse
Learning about where Donald Duck began to learn and grow and sprout
They fed me sauerkraut, shit tasted so bad, you know I had to spit it out
He’s a womanizer, fettishizer, harbinger of pain
If you get in Donald's way, you better stay in your fuckin lane
Donald's climbing up satan’s ladder, trying every shoe that fits
He'll keep on doing shitty things, this Duck just never quits
Menace to society, he pours milk before the cеreal
He eats insеcts every day, better call this killer serial
He got Death chasing up his ass, call this man ethereal
This quacker's uncle swims in pools of bands, they both material
(Domingo, Verse 2)
Chasing Donny round the room, Death is making progress
Got me sat here thinking, this shit is fucking nonsense
If I were the Grimm Reaper, he would be inside my lethal bag
Instead tailing him around like we were playing freeze tag
If he's so hard to catch, we should sweep this under the rug
Forget he even did anything in the first place, speaking of
I shouldn't be here with any kind of duck, my case is made of glass
Easy to shatter, since all my bars are fucking gas
Donald's racking bodies, with all them thick latinas
If he were a rapper too, he'd be selling out arenas
Get his ass on TMZ, like nothing stands between us
Have every interview about his corkscrew penis...
(Death, Verse 3)
He's a quacking walking paradox
I thought I was the danger, but Donald is the one who knocks
Stealing women left and right like he was some kind of ladies man
The only thing he end up being is… just a psycho, man
This bag of feathers is so crazy, how can anyone defend him
I’m gonna have to swipe him with my scythe, and descend him
Donald is the worst, how can anybody not see
His temper is abysmal, and he’s a motherfuckin nazi
Get him to a therapist, he's like peanuts to an elephant
Whatever we do, we gotta get him out his element
Surviving in a room with him is gambling in casinos
Oh, and by the way, he still got a corkscrew penis
(Domingo, Verse 1)
I'm a walking quacking paradox
Breaking bread and sitting at the table in the House of Mouse
Learning about where Donald Duck began to learn and grow and sprout
They fed me sauerkraut, shit tasted so bad, you know I had to spit it out
He’s a womanizer, fettishizer, harbinger of pain
If you get in Donald's way, you better stay in your fuckin lane
Donald's climbing up satan’s ladder, trying every shoe that fits
He'll keep on doing shitty things, this Duck just never quits
Menace to society, he pours milk before the cеreal
He eats insеcts every day, better call this killer serial
He got Death chasing up his ass, call this man ethereal
This quacker's uncle swims in pools of bands, they both material
(Domingo, Verse 2)
Chasing Donny round the room, Death is making progress
Got me sat here thinking, this shit is fucking nonsense
If I were the Grimm Reaper, he would be inside my lethal bag
Instead tailing him around like we were playing freeze tag
If he's so hard to catch, we should sweep this under the rug
Forget he even did anything in the first place, speaking of
I shouldn't be here with any kind of duck, my case is made of glass
Easy to shatter, since all my bars are fucking gas
Donald's racking bodies, with all them thick latinas
If he were a rapper too, he'd be selling out arenas
Get his ass on TMZ, like nothing stands between us
Have every interview about his corkscrew penis...
(Death, Verse 3)
He's a quacking walking paradox
I thought I was the danger, but Donald is the one who knocks
Stealing women left and right like he was some kind of ladies man
The only thing he end up being is… just a psycho, man
This bag of feathers is so crazy, how can anyone defend him
I’m gonna have to swipe him with my scythe, and descend him
Donald is the worst, how can anybody not see
His temper is abysmal, and he’s a motherfuckin nazi
Get him to a therapist, he's like peanuts to an elephant
Whatever we do, we gotta get him out his element
Surviving in a room with him is gambling in casinos
Oh, and by the way, he still got a corkscrew penis
( DomingoPepperoni )
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