Mincing Fury And Gutteral Clamour Of Queer Decay, abreviated to M.F.A.G.C.O… Read Full Bio ↴Mincing Fury And Gutteral Clamour Of Queer Decay, abreviated to M.F.A.G.C.O.Q.D is a Czech grind band formed in 1996 by Mrkev and Topi, also know as Pigsty. The name came about because the first three members could not decide on a name. One wanted to call it 'Mincing Fury' another wanted it to be 'Gutteral Clamour' and the other wanted 'Queer Decay'. In the end they decided to put it all together and therefore ended up with Mincing Fury And Gutteral Clamour Of Queer Decay.

Little Duck III
M.F.A.G.C.O.Q.D. Lyrics

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One little, two little, three little Indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little Indians!
("ahh yeah!")

Httin' hard, now check the hard hit
("Jam Master, Jay") about to flip

Slide for a minute but I won't slip son
God had my back since ("day.. one")
Back to the track in fact the track's fat
Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black
Disrespect and don't know how to act
You better come correct or I'ma have to bust your hat
One little, two little Indians and me
Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C.
We been down since (uhh) eighty-("three")
And ninety-three ain't nuttin' but another year to me
Cause I flip the scripts, grab hips, give tips
And bust lips, ?? goes the whole length
So get it, get with it, that did it
And if you is a critic get the didick, cause it's

One little, two little, three little Indians!
Word up
One little, two little, three little Indians!
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
One little, two little, three little Indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little Indians!
("ahh yeah!")

I write rhymes I got rhythm I continue to flow
Recitin' lines full of wisdom make decisions with Joe
Tonight I'm gettin' busy won't you give me my dough
Night time strictly busy for the kids at the show
That's my hobby kemosabe I be tearin' up streets
And the posse gots to have me in the Cherokee Jeeps
I'm attackin' like Apache boy don't have a cow
Just give me matches for the flames because it's time to pow-wow
All the suckers run for cover all the others discover
One two little three little indian brothers!

One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("one, one, one, huh-hah!")

Here we go [Repeat x7]

Begin it, bust it
DJ, Run and, D.M.C.'n
JM, J'n how ya livin' in ninety-three
Cause we be three little Indians, sleepin' in a teepee an'
Keepin' up a funky fat philosophy cause we be
Re-arrangin', changin', isn't it, different
Told ya bout retirement, definitely infinite
Flavor, gave up, Hype to Public Enemy
I like the mic I rock upon the pad and pen a friend to me
Hit ya with the truth I get to hit ya with the booth
Cause your troops deserve a king, proverb, hmmm!
Listen, listen to the beat inside your soul
Knowledge, wisdom is more precious, than gold
The Indians, comin', DJ, Run and
Claimin' back the land that the man, stole from him
It's bout, that time, for mine, come ?? and
Jay Joe and King who are we? Little Indians

One little, two little, three little Indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little Indians!
("one, one, one, huh-hah!")

One little, two little, three little Indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little Indians!
("ahh yeah!")

"Aight, auhh, check this out"

Overall Meaning

The song Little Duck III by M.F.A.G.C.O.Q.D. is a hip-hop track that incorporates traditional counting rhymes and Native American references. The song speaks about the group's rise to success and their journey as a group while referencing their Native American heritage. The lyrics go on to talk about their street smarts, their hobbies, and their funky philosophy. The song is an amalgamation of different elements and culture, symbolizing the melting pot that is hip-hop culture. The lyric "One little, two little, three little Indians" is a reference to the classic children's rhyme "Ten Little Indians," which is a counting rhyme that most kids know.

Line by Line Meaning

One little, two little, three little Indians!
Let's get this song started with a catchy phrase!

One little, two little, three little Indians!
Can I get a 'ahh yeah!' up in here?

Httin' hard, now check the hard hit
My rhymes are powerful and you better listen up!

("Jam Master, Jay") about to flip
Jam Master Jay is going to bring the fire with the beats!

Slide for a minute but I won't slip son
Sometimes things are tough, but I won't let them get the best of me!

God had my back since ("day.. one")
I have faith that everything will work out the way it's supposed to.

Back to the track in fact the track's fat
I'm back to making music and it's sounding great!

Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black
I'm showing love and respect to my fellow black musicians and fans.

Disrespect and don't know how to act
If you come at me with disrespect, you're in for a world of trouble!

You better come correct or I'ma have to bust your hat
If you want to mess with me, make sure you're ready to face the consequences!

One little, two little Indians and me
It's just me and my two fellow musicians, ready to rock this show!

Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C.
Shoutout to my bandmates!

We been down since (uhh) eighty-("three")
We've been making music together since '83!

And ninety-three ain't nuttin' but another year to me
Ninety-three is just another year that we're going to dominate the music scene!

Cause I flip the scripts, grab hips, give tips
I'm constantly changing things up, entertaining the crowd, and giving advice to the next generation of musicians!

And bust lips, ?? goes the whole length
I'm not afraid to speak my mind and share my opinions with the world!

So get it, get with it, that did it
Get on board with my music and you won't be sorry!

And if you is a critic get the didick, cause it's
If you're a critic, you can take your negativity elsewhere.

Word up
I'm here to drop some truth bombs!

One little, two little, three little Indians!
Back to the catchy chorus!

(uh-huh, uh-huh)
Can I get another 'ahh yeah!'?

I write rhymes I got rhythm I continue to flow
Writing rhymes and creating music is my passion, and I'm not slowing down!

Recitin' lines full of wisdom make decisions with Joe
My lyrics are packed with knowledge and I collaborate with my bandmate Joe on important decisions.

Tonight I'm gettin' busy won't you give me my dough
I'm putting on a show tonight and I expect to be paid for my hard work!

Night time strictly busy for the kids at the show
I'm committed to putting on a great show for all of my fans, especially the younger ones!

That's my hobby kemosabe I be tearin' up streets
Making music isn't just a job, it's my hobby and my passion!

And the posse gots to have me in the Cherokee Jeeps
My posse and I ride around in style in our Cherokee Jeeps.

I'm attackin' like Apache boy don't have a cow
I'm coming at you strong and I'm not going to back down!

Just give me matches for the flames because it's time to pow-wow
Things are heating up and it's time to get this party started!

All the suckers run for cover all the others discover
My music draws in true fans and scares off the fakers!

One two little three little indian brothers!
We're in this together, creating great music and supporting each other always!

"Aight, auhh, check this out"
Just reminding you that I'm not done dropping bars yet!

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHYLOW M. PARKER, DARRYL MATTHEWS MCDANIELS, JASON WILLIAM MIZELL, JOSEPH WARD SIMMONS, RANDY ALLEN

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