[Buckshot]
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]  killing 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. Accelerator, 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 to forfeit
 Bring it on, what, I got no shame
 Buckshot's in the house and you know my name

[Hook]
 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
 (Repeat x2)

 [Buckshot]
 Slow it down one pitch for that ho with the lick
 Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip
 And spray niggas with my vocal loco [bad word] express
 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 choke 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 ho
 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
 To the um tic-toc, I don't pop
So yo make way so I can make my debut
 I'm funky but you're Pepe Le Pew

 [Hook]

 [Buckshot]
 Watch your mouth, [bad word]  I heard you're talking 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 bay
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 four course meal, you're a one dollar Hero
 I'm sorta like the mob when I get the 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

 [Hook]