Shoot Your Shot - Ugly Duckling Here we go Shoot your shot Man I wanna know what you got Load it up and hit that spot Grab the mic and shoot your shot Thes one Hey yo P U T S and U D you be truly blessed Rap panelist thes handle this like an analyst Yes yes y'all the Einstein rhythm and rhyme Combines like red wine and Tylenol Ooooh Sh*t the grown relaxing in the field But don't sleep P count green not sheep With K Jax he rolls up the w**d like haystacks To bath tub down on you scrubs like Ajax You're too fruity to rip the rooty tooty with your loofah New booty ladies too lazy to raise the roof up The plug desenchufacould the crew get any doper Man we own this live under the stairs like Mr. Roper Home of the new generation we got the torch Let me call into U D dusting to bust them off Blown celeb and resurrecting the dead with three day block Posse cut resurrection instead so pass the rock I'm about to pop the clip in as I stop the opposition You gotta cop a listen when I'm knocking like a piston I spit arsenic so I'm hard to miss You're in a daze cause I blaze like an arsonist I come up in the house like a thief in the night And electrify a crowd like keys on a kite Stay calm Before I drop the napalm Find yourself caught in a dangerous liaison Lay it on thick brick by brick lickety split Rhymes are fat like Jiminy Glick You want beef here's a hickory stick I shoot the gift You won't know it till it's over like a mystery flick To put it blunt I pack a punch like a school lunch Got no time for punks they take lumps So please stop bugging for my honeycombs Or I'll hit you in the funny bone Oww Shoot your shot Man I wanna know what you got Load it up and hit that spot Grab the mic and shoot your shot Come on you gotta shoot your shot Yeah yeah We wanna know what you got Yeah yeah Load it up and hit that spot Yeah yeah Grab your mic and shoot your shot I will Andy's the name taking aim like Calamity Jane In a rap's last stand I'm the man who remains When I claim to pack heat uh huh know my ammunition Is my flow and rhythm so I'm armed to the teeth My lungs are gun powder throat cold and narrow So when I open my mouth you're looking down the barrel Of an emcee sniper eye in the scope Reigning down rounds of rhyme fire and smoke Boom Lighting strikes twice from my mic device Cause when I write it's like guns in knife fights There's no competition so I don't listen You think you're d**e here's a penny go wishing I shoot to kill better know the odds Or wind up on boot hill man get out of dodge U D plus thes one and double K We all just laugh when your record is played Ain't nothing funny what y'all laughing at Yeah it's K Jackson over here with my homeboy You know saying I'm just helping them out on this microphone It goes hippa to the hoppa and it just don't stoppa I'm dressed in all black with my man K Jax I got thrown in the slammer I tried to battle hammer They wanna interview me so I spit in the camera You know I love Pac that's why I got shot Had to gain some credibility now everybody feeling me I'm on VH one and MTV I'm down with DJ EZ rock and I'm back with U D It takes one to roll the blunt it takes two to get jumped And I be hanging at the church house looking for sluts I hate rap music but see I'm so damn good My homey told me boy get it like I know that you could So I stole the microphone wrote rhymes on my own When I go to burger king all the chicks are on my bone It grows and grows and grows gets a little bigger You wanna see me skeet baby girl pull the trigger I've got bang for your butt and I hate posse cuts I'm a one mic thriller I'm a soft beverage chiller Whoever takes the mic you better be illa Now what's the time everybody say Miller Shoot your shot Man I wanna know what you got Load it up and hit that spot Grab the mic and shoot your shot Once again you gotta shoot your shot Yeah yeah I wanna know what you got Yeah yeah Load it up and hit that spot Yeah yeah Get on the cut and shoot your shot Einstein I'm a sure shot shooter Uh huh uh huh And my got a six shooter loaded with rhymes I'm a sure shot shooter Say what