DUCK HUNT

Y'know, I'm gonna get it right this time, motherfucker

I'm bringing home dinner, better warn the miss
I got my trusty dog, Sidekick, to fetch some shit
That gay, hormonal bastard's got me stressin' at night
But I hate being lucky, so my aim's on tight
I got a Peashooter that I keep by my side
Three bullets in the chamber like I need it, yeah
Tell Brandon Lucky get the grill ignited
Because the whole damn neighborhood's gettin' excited, yeah

Quack, quack, boom, bringing nothing but doom
When the ducks fly up, I'm clearin' the room
My fat man skills will have you holdin' your breath
I'll have three duck burgers with a side of death, please
I wanna kill that motherfuckin' duck
But every time I go to shoot, the safety's on
One of these days, I'll give you somethin' to laugh about
Duck Hunt, baby, what a pain in the ass, I'm out

Quack like a duck and leave my doggy alone
You're just jealous I got more ducks than you to bring home
I just sit back, waitin' for 'em to get in position
Duck Strapped for my motherfuckin' ammunition
No bitchin' and whinin' when I miss one buck
Got two more in the chamber, straight ready to bust
Tell Brandon Lucky he needs to finish his track
Because I'm gonna eat dinner and go take a nap, yeah

Dwayne Zerella, shootin' like a girl (Hey!)
Step aside, Sally, let me give it a whirl
I got the mirror in my hand with my back to the screen
Shootin' without even lookin' like nothin' you've ever seen before
I make it look easy, droppin' ducks left and right
I could do this all night, but I'm at level 99
So I'ma fire up that grill, and we're just gonna pretend
That it's duck we're grillin' up instead of man's best friend