Powaful Impak!

Ayo this is straight for all them **** out there

Who frontin' on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck that

Blaw, here comes the Buckshot Shorty

I kill at will, so guard your grill like naughty

**** call me Jeffrey Dahmer (Why?)

I'm quick to bomb a crew, so fuck your armor, 'cause I cause mad trauma

No comma, straight through your Mama like acid

I fucked her, then I jetted, that's why you's a little bastard

You talk mad shit with no back up, what's up, act up

You punk **** get smacked up, word life

You fuckin' with the wrong ****

I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger

Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot

From **** who fiend to see my little ass rot

Peep my style, check my level

I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil

Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat

Here come brothers who lyrically act

Boom!

Boom!

Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black .22

By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew

I step through, and represent Black Moon

First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boom

Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard

My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd

Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record

Made your crew break up and your girl get naked

Respected, because I work hard for my cash

Shakin' more flavor than Mrs. Dash

Look out below, my flow will hit your brain

I got dough, but I still hop the train

I'm bustin' **** open, Attica style

Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you're mad foul

Gimme dap, because I rock with the best

Yo, peace to the hardcore ****, fuck the rest

Boom!

Boom!

Fee, to the Fi, to the Fo, to the Funk

I pop junk and keep the pump in my trunk

Puff the skunk and get high, Oh Lord

Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby

You little crab ass flea

Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me

Buckshot, no joke, smoke a **** like Buddha

Who the fuck you think you playin' wit?

Yeah, I'm sayin' it

'Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right

Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic

But I don't sweat that, 'cause I'm still paid

**** get bucked down, bitches get sprayed

I do what I must, just so I can make loot

If it's illegal, pack the gat son

You know how we do, true

Boom!

Boom!