Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA
Two to the head, I shot the [bad word] in broad day
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, oo [bad word] and Glocks
 [bad word]  killin every [bad word] in sight
Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
Cause I'm a sick [bad word] [bad word] with no brains
Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains
Any thought I think, you blink and drink death
So I rip the mic and pat my [bad word] to the left
5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew
Bring in your whole mob, [bad word]  you're still through
Yo [bad word]  where's my four-fifth?
I got more riff for any [bad word] niggas who forfeit
Bring it on, what, I got no shame
Buckshot's in the house and you know my name

[ [bad word] ]
Niggas talk [bad word] but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk [bad word] but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk [bad word] but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of [bad word] to put lead in your grill

[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]
Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick
Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip
And spray niggas with my vocal ( ? )
Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest
And when I roll mad deep niggas back off
 [bad word] with Buckshot it's blood you cough
I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt
But I chocke a stunt if it's beef she want
So bring the [bad word] arrow and I play Rambo
When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe
And her [bad word]  triggers I'm addicted to
Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew
You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock
Till the ehm tic-toc, I don't pop
So yo make way so I can make my day
I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew

[ [bad word] ]

[ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]
Watch your mouth, [bad word]  I heard you're talkin mad [bad word] 
If you're really on my [bad word]  bend, take a lick
Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks
Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my tec
I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray
I murder then I drop dead bodies in the lake
Beats with mad funk, pop the [bad word] 
Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk
I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro
I'm a full-course meal, you're a one-dollar Hero
I'm sorta like the mob when I get a job done
Contracts and all that, guns, guns
So stay the [bad word] back or feel the heat from my gat
Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped
With the nickel nine on my [bad word] waistline
 [bad word]  you know my name, bring it in

[ [bad word] ]