Black Moon

[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]
Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA
Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks
Shit, killin every nigga in sight
Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite
Cause Im a sick-ass nigga 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 nigga to the left
5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crew
Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka, youre still through
Yo nigga, wheres my four-fifth?
I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeit
Bring it on, what, I got no shame
Buckshots in the house and you know my name
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Niggas talk shit but that aint my steel
Niggas talk shit but that aint my steel
Niggas talk shit but that aint my steel
Im the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]
Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lick
Pass the automatic, Im 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
Fuckin with Buckshot its blood you cough
I dont laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt
But I chocke a stunt if its beef she want
So bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play Rambo
When I shoot the crossbow inside the hoe
And her nigga, triggers Im addicted to
Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew
Youre wack, face the fact, youre all on my jock
Till the ehm tic-toc, I dont pop
So yo make way so I can make my day
Im fonky but youre Pepe Le Pew
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[ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]
Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard youre talkin mad shit
If youre really on my dick, bend, take a lick
Heres your choice cause my voicell break backbones and necks
Whos 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 trunk
Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk
Im no joke, I flip the script like De Niro
Im a full-course meal, youre a one-dollar Hero
Im sorta like the mob when I get a job done
Contracts and all that, guns, guns
So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat
Buckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strapped
With the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistline
Bitch, you know my name, bring it in
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