Duck Hunt

They shooting at the screen

Laser beams, lucid dreams

Even the wildest fiends find theyselves losing steam

Chasing hits, Barry Bonds

Those high scores only last so long

8 Bits in the cartridge, 16 in the P

Yeah it comes with the game but ain't a damn thing free

You can't talk 'bout pussy like you tryna convince me

Go ahead dog, see how close you and your **** be

Self-described pretty Gs with fly bitches on they tweets

But me? I'll Delonte West your Old Earth and still keep it discreet

Duke, your whole style is wash, rinse, repeat

I bet your A&R knew he struck gold with that easy listening

Middle of the road

And to all you rapping Christians on a mission

I'm happy to lighten that load

You'll stumble out the jungle twenty pounds lighter

Wild-eyed like a white man after twenty days on Rikers

Tell 'em our pupils was red, skin black, rhyming brutal

Back of the izakaya, support tallboy with my ramen noodle

Either I'm seeing y'alls wires or this strain is that crucial

A lot of shit old people got to say really ain't that useful

So mami, young'un, do you

Spread your wings

I'mma be right up on that Magnavox clapping that thing

They shooting at the screen

Laser beams, lucid dreams

Even the wildest fiends find theyselves losing steam

Chasing hits, Barry Bonds

Those high scores only last so long

8 Bits in the cartridge, 16 in the P

Yeah it comes with the game but ain't a damn thing free

To everyone I loved

To everyone who fronted me drugs

To all y'all who stooped fronting

Fake friends who left me for dead in the mud

Salud, may you each get exactly what you deserve

Had us beef prepared, chock full of them SAT words

But on second thought, fuck it

Two tears in a bucket about sums it

A tisket, a tasket, black Robert Baden Powell

Never caught without the ratchet

Grass like Wimbledon, wood racket

Rap like the simpletons, see new tax bracket

So-called goons, turns out they schools was magnet

Masters of masquerade masked up, all the world's a stage

Directors cut, faster blade

Hunting ducks, both barrels spray

They stuttering "best of luck" on your last day

Last check cut 'bout three weeks before your health insurance fly away

Smarten up, hold the gray

You'll find yourself in a hole like Special K

Pimpers Paradise, **** my mic sounds nice

And from the jump I bet my life, pocket collapsing

It's the recession, nobody's buying the play action

We don't believe you like the government in Mogadishu

You need more factions

They shooting at the screen

Laser beams, lucid dreams

Even the wildest fiends find theyselves losing steam

Chasing hits, Barry Bonds

Those high scores only last so long

8 Bits in the cartridge, 16 in the P

Yeah it comes with the game