Esoteric - Duck Hunt lyrics

[Verse One: Esoteric] Yo, cats who bite my stick get the damaged tooth The sh** so hot, the lab's like a tanning booth The Duck Hunt, point 'em out and these words just hit me I can shoot from any angle like Dirk Nowitzki Full of myself, can't find a shirt that fits me Piss on wack rappers 'til I burst a kidney Seay's sick, I got this amazing gift To leave you beside yourself like Agent Smith Like an ancient myth, E-S machete mics Clear 'em out, who air 'em out like sweaty Nikes My fam, stay real while I heard your clan's gay Plus I saw you with your man Ray leavin {?} On Monday, I heard that you were sh** talkin Tuesday I'm golfin six feet above your coffin You can label me underground Cause I rise to the occa**ion every time I come around {*scratched*} "The #1 duck hunter" "Esoteric" "The #1 duck hunter" "You know the deal" [Verse Two: P.T.U.] Yo it's the duck k**er regiment, sk**s from the best of men Born in Bethlehem, y'all can read it in your testament Clever pen, diss you estrogen feathermen Break you down, until you soft like sediment Only pay homage to the bombers and the veterans Reverand, of artistic letterin Hit you in the head until you need Excederin Advils, aspirins, done from my scepter's end Like it was swung by Skeletor, that's hella raw Hit you with the kitchen sink plus the cellar door Over my knee, show you what the belt is for Nabo Rawk{?} and Esoteric they be yellin for Front row at a show melt your melon core Your CD s**s, it would never sell in stores Labels got dough for you they ain't backin I slice your bill off and stop you ducks from quackin The Duck Hunt {*scratched*} "The #1 duck hunter" "It's Esoteric!" (Yeah) [Esoteric] We hunt ducks and strangle dumb f**s With numchuks to leave the crowd clappin like Dunbuck's{?} The rap avalanche, I get in my stance And strike the mic like a kid escapin Neverland Ranch [P.T.U.] Remote control cruise a dart through your heart, tear your crew apart And put your f**in thoughts through a cuisinart Cats talk gats but that sh**'s wack to me You only spray clips paintin guns in a factory [Esoteric] Yo swoopin in out the left, out for d**h You're out of breath, I speak my clout and it's fresh See Es' is the name, I'm here to save the game Like Dennis Eck' (we went from E-R-S to F-N-X) "The pterodactyl" "TOO, MUCH, POSSE!" - Flavor Flav