TONY D - Birdie Disease lyrics

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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 ass

As long as her purple lips are on that glass

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]