DUCK HUNT RAP │ Zach B

Yeah I got these red cans packing
I'm laughing like what just happened
My frisbee aiming and passing
Precision is solely smashing
It's madness I have you grasping
For time that you wish you had
And im wondering if its that or the talent you know that you lack
Got buddy on top my back we're never doing this solo
The fuck are you looking at you might as well take a photo
To capture the finest smasher headshots are leaving you fractured
Or knocking you off the map when im showing enemies that it's a fact
I know you're hoping to smash me but you know that i actually throw explosives to blast a giant hole in your back and now you're open
Been asking whatchu know about it getting real sturdy even kirby couldn't throw me out and if you wanna tackle, little mac will only grapple battled everybody here with a frisbee leave a crackle inside of your skull again im sorry for what i did its harassment when im bashing bowsers stupid fucking kids but i go hard when i go in bitch im a star inside the ring only to cause emotion swings you know im awesome when i bring the heat and looking back i think i need another barrel just to leave a mark inside the darkest part and start a spark im never bark but always bite this birdy and i are tight when falling offtop the stage this homies got me in flight yeah buddy then i'll bite were never losing a fight but you'll be losing a life like...

They used to tell us how were useless wanna kick us form the game but now we never get the trash because they know we bring the pain and we know were not the same as the ice climbers when they caged them form the game and then replaced them with a stage and doesn't change the fact that aiming is our forte leaving you people pouring playing us isn't boring sorry that we've been whoring all the kills and percentage now we can give you a present it's coming at you in seconds before we can finish this sentence we're coming back at our message so watch us clip at your dome ness is one with the bat
But we can send you all home we're never stopping how we do and i'm never one for a bone im laughing a poem every single barrel i've thrown it just owns