[bad word] 

Shoot first, ask questions last
Shotgun pump bring a blast from the past
Shoot first, ask questions last
You’d [bad word] fast, [bad [bad word] fast

Shoot first, ask questions last
Got a nine in the waste, .45 in the stash
Shoot first, ask questions last
You’d [bad word] fast, [bad [bad word] fast

[Verse 1]

Just give me a reason, I’m squeezing until you stop breathing
For treason, I got shotguns like duck season
The [bad word] to an end, AP with my AK, my little friend
T minus ten seconds and I’m (blasting off)
Like the IRA with a Kalashnikova
This ain’t rocket science, it’s machine gun math
Cause I’m armed to the teeth, see my heat when I laugh
I’m a chief on the warpath, [bad word] knuckling up
There’s a reason why my niece call me Uncle Buck
Some cracker went and [bad word] our whole gene pool up
Look how many white kids go and shoot their schools up
You on X-Box Live shooting at a dead mutant
In real life we got more guns than Ted Nugent
My [bad word] bangs, not on all that MC jive [bad word] an NPC, I got an MP-5 and I…
 [bad word] 

[Verse 2]

So when I get lifted, I’m gifted, the paradigm shifted
I flipped it, took a nappy and I ripped it
I ain’t Mike but I’m just like a Thriller, [bad word] I’m feeling like I could just kill a man
For twenty hits, I take money hits
And squeeze triggers like a Playboy Bunny’s [bad word] I shoot first, get the loot worst
Quicker than a hot [bad word] at your crew and I could do worse
You don’t wanna see that, leave that
Yeah, I bring the heat to the party like a DJ brings the beat back
I got a weed sack and might get high a little
Instead of gun smoke you might wanna try a little
You wanna buy a little? Homie that’s a nice try
This ain’t Half Baked, I ain’t Mr. Nice Guy
My trigger finger’s itchy, I think I’m gonna blast
Shoot first, ask questions last
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

Yes sir, I’m back y’all, let the ratchet attack y’all
Put some dimples in your face like a Cabbage Patch Doll
Yeah, nobody ill as this, I let the bullets talk for me, I’m a ventriloquist
Chase you on the highway with weapons
And that heart stay before it turn to panic looking for the exit ramp
I’m all of that and a plate full of pork chops
No morals, I turn a day-care to a dope spot
Demigodzilla, my outer shell got special scales
And measure my weight like killer whales, you need a special scale
I get it poppin, fam, take you to the promised land
Submerge you underwater, couldn’t live if you was Aquaman
? with the barnacles and sharp articles
Skin you limb to limb down into your bone [bad word] illustrators wanna illustrate us
But ain’t enough space to draw my gun in thirty pages
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