You know?
I'm gonna get it right this time, mother fucker.
(Bark bark bark)
I'm bringin' home dinner, better warn the Miss.
I got my trusty dog sidekick to fetch them shits. (Yep.)
That gigglin' little bastard's got me stressin' tonight.
But I hate bein' laughed at, so my aim's on tight.
I got a, straight-shooter that I keep by my side.
Three bullets in the chamber, like I need it. (Yeah right!)
Tell Brandon Lackey "get the grill ignited".
Because the whole damn neighborhood's gettin' excited, yeah!
Quack quack boom, bringin' nothin' but doom.
When the ducks fly up I'm clearin' the room.
My phat mad skills'll have you holdin' your breath.
I'll have three duck burgers with a side of death, please!
I wanna kill that motherfuckin' dog.
But every time I go to shoot, the safety is on!
One of these days I'll give you something to laugh about!
Duck Hunt, baby. What a pain in the ass, I'm out.
You rap like a cracker, leave my doggy alone.
You're just jealous I got more ducks than you to bring home!
I just sit back, waiting for 'em to get in position.
Ducks drop from my motherfuckin' ammunition.
No bitchin' and whinin' when I miss one, punk.
I got two more in the chamber straight ready to bust.
Tell Brandon Lackey he needs to finish this track.
Because I'm gonna eat dinner and take a nap, yeah.
Duane Zuwala, shootin' like a girl! (Hey!)
Step aside, Sally, let me give it a whirl.
I got the mirror in my hand with my back to the screen.
Shootin' without even lookin' like nothin' you've ever seen before.
I make it look easy droppin' ducks left and right.
I could do this all night, but I'm at level 99.
So I'mma fire up that grill and we're just gonna pretend;
That it's duck that we're grillin' up instead of man's best friend!