Betta who? Betta wha?

[BettrDuck]

I thought I warned you hustlers this,
you. P.L.A.Y. at Your Own Risk (the movie)

INTRO:
Better Duck:
Now check it and this is just how it all went down, what started off as a
summer
trip from NY to Miami ended in terror. Four members of the multi platinum rap
group 237, crashed in the Florida Everglades. What happened afterwards was
well....You gotta see my Burner to find out.

BEATS:
Player:
Pack up a four-pack a ballers in camoflage Hummer
and try kick it from tha south bronx to south beach for the summer.
no more empty building no more bricks, no more pimpin'
no more tricks, ahem....more like this,
you know the steelo
you seen them bitches, you got them dishes
showin' that shit weekly on E! yo.

Jerome:
Only 9 more hours, just crossed the Georgia line,
"yo Player is this your weed or is this sack mine"?

Player:
Yo who gives a fuck its your turn to drive,
don't smoke no more Phillies I want to get to this bitch alive.
We got a sold out show, rocking the 13,000 payin.

Jerome:
13,000, on Friday the 13th? Bitch I ain't playin.

Player:
Yo slow down Lemmon head, you almost crashed my whip,
fuck up Players ride and Player rides on your lip.

Jerome:
Yo get the fuck off me. Yo Keesha, let me hold that blunt,
Player take your ass in the back Player, and let the weed smokers sit up front.

Player:
Aiight, Aiight, move over, slide them dookin draws in your own seat
Im taking my ass to sleep, wakes my ass up when we to the Freakneek.

Jerome:
Its all good, just one long ass drive,
Player claims to be a G but the bitch dont fly?
Yo, My legs is tired, bitch my back is sore.
Im pulling over at the next rest stop I can't drive this tank no more.

Keesha
Yo then what who is gonna drive next? The b-boy dj breakdanced and broke
his neck? And you know I aint getting behind that wheel,
been drinking OE you want us all to get killed.

Jerome
Yo, I dont give a fuck, we got eight hours left, we already played the entire
Rawkus catalog, Soundbombing, Mos Def. Reach in the back and grab the
b-boy dj pack.

Keesha
He's still toten vinyl, yo this cat is whack,

Jerome
Vinyl, records where its at, of course I aint got twelve
hundereds no more, I traded em for my Dat.
Thats what them b-boys need
a crate of dusty ass records
and and a nickle bag of wee....

Keesha
Lookout!!!!!!

Jerome
Oh shit.

SOUND FX: CAR CRASH
Sounds of two cars smashing into each other
(beat stop)

Player
Yo are we there yet?

Keesha
Fuck naw we wreck!

Player
Where's my homeboy, yo brokeneck?

Keesha
Yo Player the b-boys fucked up bad, I think Im
a get sick.

Player
Jerome you aigght?

Jerome
Yeah player, that Civic came from out of sight.

Player
Motherfucker you aint JD, driving crazy. Smoking
that shit the killed Bruce Lee made your mind lazy,
now you crashed my shit, and now I'm a kill ya.

Jerome
Holy fucking shit player, theres a mother with a ski
mask and a chainsaw over there, turn around slowly will ya....

SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Better Duck:
Yo, this is Better Duck Yo. Bringing the real flea market film festival
to a multiplex in your ghetto. Im bringing more blood, more killings more
gore, all they said was Better dont kill em no more. They sued my
ass for making B.I.G.G.E.R than Death. They banned me from the film
festivals and all the rest. But I aint stunting no bitches, Hollywood
executives, rat Producer snitches, get the fuck of my Adidas, you cant beat
us, you cant beep us, you cant even hope to contain us... Banned in 47
Countries baby
from the Dirty Dirty, to your Uranus.

Taken from the official mix tape from the Better Duck Burner
P.L.A.Y. at Your Own Risk (The Movie)

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