Tony D (a.k.a. Harvee Wallbangar) - Birdie Disease lyrics

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Tony D (a.k.a. Harvee Wallbangar) - Birdie Disease lyrics

Cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo.. Cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo.. cuckoo.. [Tony D] At first you might have thought this was a song from the Blackbyrds Nope.. it's a song about crack birds The way they conduct themselves is absurd I'm talkin about the feather crested wheezy woolie bird Her body - is shriveled up like a prune She's always chirpin that same ol' tune On a mission, just to get a shoulder boulder A bump, a pellet, so yo, I told her To wise up - get your pants sized up! Stop walkin around, with your eyes shut It seems to me that you don't care if you have dirty knees (yeah I know why) "you got the birdie disease" [Chorus] {*scratching "You got it!" 3X*} "You got the birdie disease" {*scratching "You got it!" 3X*} "You got the birdie disease" [Tony D] Lips for dips, dips for lips While she's rubbin the T.D., you ease the hips Cause she don't care, she'll let you wax that a** As long as her purple lips are on that gla** Cause she's a friendship bird, don't confuse it with a bug A friendship bird, knows how to thoroughly search a rug For a pebble, they know is not there She's fiendin for more so she leaves she don't care Cause she's off.. on a brand new mission To search the couch and perhaps your seat cushion She comes up with a nickel a penny and a quarter That's thirty-one cents, maybe more and she can order A pellet, to burn it and smell it Anything you had - she'll try to sell it Cause she's fiendin, she's moanin, she's cryin She's beggin you please (but yo) "you got the birdie disease" [Chorus] [Tony D] Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of crack That's not where it's at, stop livin like that On the hunt - stop tryin to be a stunt If the jimmy was a (??) you'd smoke the blunts So yo G, keep your eyes on your J-E-E-P So don't S-L-E-E-P Or you might be E-S-O-R or a Y Go to the third eye with a bird eye, you gotta watch your back Because the duck-billed platypus is known to quack in crack Light as a feather she could blow away With the slightest of a breeze "you got the birdie disease" [Chorus] [Tony D] Last verse is the curse of the worst in history I'm gonna quench your thirst with a mystery Surroundin the subject is a fine specimen The wheezy woozy bird gets the best of them Never an (?) bird although they can be ruthless It's hard for them to whistle cause they mouths is toothless Bunions on they feet from her feather-crested hair Dude there's nothin in the world, you could compare To the smell of a skunk, kickin up funk Pushin a shoppin cart full of junk I wish they could put an end to this sleeze And tell them, yo "you got the birdie disease" [Chorus]