Tony D - 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!" x3] "You got the birdie disease" [scratching "You got it!" x3] "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]