(You rap like a cracker anyway.) Y'know! I'm gonna get it right this time, motherf**er! I'm bringing home dinner, better warn the miss I got my trusty dog sidekick to fetch them sh**s That giggling little ba*tard's got me stressing tonight But I hate being laughed at, so my aim's on tight I got a straight shooter that I keep at my side Three bullets in the chamber, like I need it (Yeah, right) Tell Brandon Lackey "Get the grill ignited" Because the whole damn neighborhood's getting excited, yeah Quack, quack, boom, bringing nothing but doom When the ducks fly up, I'm clearing the room My phat mad sk**s'll have you holding your breath I'll have three duck burgers with a side of d**h, please I wanna k** that motherf**ing dog But every time I go to shoot, the safety's on One of these days I'll give you something to laugh about Duck Hunt, baby, what a pain in the a**, I'm out You rap like a cracker, leave my doggy alone You're just jealous I got more ducks than you to bring home I just sit back, waiting for them to get in position Ducks drop from my motherf**ing ammunition No b**hing and whining when I miss one, punk I got two more in the chamber, straight ready to bust Tell Brandon Lackey he needs to finish this track 'Cause I'm gonna eat dinner and go take a nap, yeah Duane Zuwala, shooting like a girl! (Hey!) Step aside, Sally, let me give it a whirl I got a mirror in my hand and my back to the screen Shooting without looking like nothing you've ever seen before I make it look easy dropping ducks left and right I could do this all night, but I'm at Level 99 So I'mma fire up that grill and we're just gonna pretend That it's duck we're grilling up instead of man's best friend