Sick Duck
WHOKILLEDXIX Lyrics

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Your eyes are so red, it's so cute

I'm that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on my nigga 'til my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
And if you swinging, keep your fists up

Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk

They ain't know the clique I had to put him on
Shawty in my DMs made her favorite song
She said boy you blowing know where you come from
Fist on knuckle knuckles if you act tough

Got a lotta choppers I ain't scared of those
Got 30 clip that get rid of hoes
Magazine with a centerfold
While a bitch ride me like a Benz truck
And we so so dirty
Nigga we been up
I must have fathered the niggas 'cause they wanna hear something

When I'm with the clique
Don't try to say hi to me
When I reply
It's like they won the lottery
You not my mama
Don't care if you're proud of me
When I hide millies
Hakuna Matata

Your baby mama so proud to be fond of me
Oh yes indeed, she creamin' on top of me
Sleep with a strap and a bitch no monogamy
Free all my brodies locked up like monopoly

I'm that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on my nigga 'til my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk

I already told you, I don't even fucking care
Twisting my wrist, swing my fist in the air
Swinging my fist and my wrist and my hair
Bitch lick my dick and her man watching scared

Punk slut shawty (yeah)
Throw it at the party (yuh)
In my crib with my bitch bumping Playboi Carti
Karm got dreads, he like to swing just like he Bob Marley
Just got brain, it's so insane, yuh that shit was retarded
Pulled a strain, that shit so dank it smell like someone fart
Put that icing on her face like a pop tart
Bitch I'll hit the folks on a cop car
Mixing Adderall with my Wokhardt

I'm that motherfucker
Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck
Chopper bang up on my nigga 'til my wrist stuck
Wrist froze like my wrist stuck
Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck
And if you swinging keep your fists up
Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck
Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk
And when it stutter make a bitch talk, talk, talk

I'm a wonder boy
Always lost, always wandering
I see these big billboards, I wanna see myself right in front of it
I don't mean to be the elephant
But life is really what you make of it

I'm a wonder boy
Always lost never making sense
Always trying to find my way through the mud instead of walking on the pavement
Life is a creation
So why wouldn't I create something?

Am I in my head?
Am I just inside all the things around me that I don't understand?
Am I just a voice inside
An empty house again?
I'm wasting all my time

All for a second to rest
Why is it moving so fast?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of WHOKILLEDXIX's "Sick Duck" depict a dark and violent world where the singer boasts of his chopper and his superiority over others. The song starts with an ironic and almost playful line where the singer calls someone's eyes red and cute, but then it takes a more ominous turn. He brags about his weapons, his sexual exploits, and the fear he instills in others. He also tells a story about his rise to power, where he had to put someone on his clique to gain influence. Despite his violent and unpredictable nature, the singer seems to feel disconnected from his surroundings and questions the purpose of his existence.

The use of irony and contrast is a recurrent theme in this song. The singer appears to be aware of his flaws and his violent nature, but he still revels in them. He uses language that challenges traditional rap themes and creates a more complex and sometimes uncomfortable narrative. The use of stuttering in the chorus seems to symbolize the singer's own hesitation and insecurity, despite his outward appearance of dominance.

Overall, "Sick Duck" is a challenging and thought-provoking song that explores themes of violence, power dynamics, and identity. It shows how rap music can be used to subvert and challenge traditional narratives and create something new.

Line by Line Meaning

Your eyes are so red, it's so cute
I find your bloodshot eyes attractive

I'm that motherfucker Leave you leaning off your feet when my stick buck Chopper bang up on my nigga 'til my wrist stuck Wrist froze like my wrist stuck Tell that boy I like the way I know your bitch fuck And if you swinging, keep your fists up Get up, pussy nigga tryna sick duck Chopper stutter sounds like bitch talk And when it stutter make a bitch talk
I'm a violent gangster, with a powerful gun, and I'll put you in your place. I'm a player, and I'm not afraid to fight. If you come at me, I'll fight back, and my gun will make you talk

They ain't know the clique I had to put him on Shawty in my DMs made her favorite song She said boy you blowing know where you come from Fist on knuckle knuckles if you act tough
I had to teach someone about my gang. A girl made a song about me, and now she wants to know me. If you want to fight me, be prepared to get hit

Got a lotta choppers I ain't scared of those Got 30 clip that get rid of hoes Magazine with a centerfold While a bitch ride me like a Benz truck And we so so dirty Nigga we been up I must have fathered the niggas 'cause they wanna hear something
I have a lot of guns, and I'm not afraid to use them. I have a magazine full of bullets that could kill anyone. I'm having sex with a woman, and my life is dirty, but I'm successful. People are listening to me, and I'm proud of that

When I'm with the clique Don't try to say hi to me When I reply It's like they won the lottery You not my mama Don't care if you're proud of me When I hide millies Hakuna Matata
When I'm with my gang, I don't want anyone else to talk to me. When I do respond, people are excited. I don't need my mother's approval, and I'm not worried about money

Your baby mama so proud to be fond of me Oh yes indeed, she creamin' on top of me Sleep with a strap and a bitch no monogamy Free all my brodies locked up like monopoly
Your girlfriend is attracted to me, and she's enjoying having sex with me. I carry a gun everywhere I go, and I'm not loyal to anyone. I miss my friends who are in prison

I already told you, I don't even fucking care Twisting my wrist, swing my fist in the air Swinging my fist and my wrist and my hair Bitch lick my dick and her man watching scared
I don't care what you think. I'm twisting my wrist and swinging my fist to show off. A woman is performing oral sex on me, and her partner is watching fearfully

Punk slut shawty (yeah) Throw it at the party (yuh) In my crib with my bitch bumpin Playboi Carti Karm got dreads, he like to swing just like he Bob Marley Just got brain, it's so insane, yuh that shit was retarded Pulled a strain, that shit so dank it smell like someone fart Put that icing on her face like a pop tart Bitch I'll hit the folks on a cop car Mixing Adderall with my Wokhardt
I'm with a promiscuous woman at a party. We're listening to Playboi Carti at my house. My friend Karm has dreadlocks and he likes to fight. I just had an incredible sexual experience. I'm smoking weed that smells bad, but I like it. I'm cumming on my partner's face. Dancing on a cop car. Combining prescription drugs

I'm a wonder boy Always lost, always wandering I see these big billboards, I wanna see myself right in front of it I don't mean to be the elephant But life is really what you make of it
I feel like a curious outsider. I want to be famous like the people on billboards. I don't want to be an annoyance, but life is whatever you make of it

I'm a wonder boy Always lost never making sense Always trying to find my way through the mud instead of walking on the pavement Life is a creation So why wouldn't I create something?
I feel lost and don't make sense. I'm always struggling and facing obstacles. Life is whatever you create, so why not be creative?

Am I in my head? Am I just inside all the things around me that I don't understand? Am I just a voice inside An empty house again? I'm wasting all my time All for a second to rest Why is it moving so fast?
Am I stuck in my own thoughts? Am I overwhelmed by the things I don't comprehend? Do I exist only as a voice in a deserted place? I'm losing precious time, wishing for a moment of peace. Why does everything move so quickly?

Writer(s): Alex Calderon

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