| Old Weapons, hit hard like analog
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| Strapped up, orange hats and camofluage
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| Three is the magic number, this is the third version
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| I cock the hammer back and set the season off
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| It’s daylight, can tell they duds
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| When we hunt, its rifles from Elmer Fudd
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| Once the night comes, I just might light it up
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| Since day one, they’ve been waiting on us
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| Snipe and duck
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| Duck season time to skewer them, cure them
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| Hunting grounds around the world, we’re sure to tour them
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| Dilated Junkie, the pure, you can check the score
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| Keep supporting mom and pop record stores with Rakaa
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| Hip-hop propaganda proper, microphone in my left, right hand’s a chopper
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| Babu slices the hunting, he’s armed to the teeth
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| All you Need, this is only volume three
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| Of Duck Season…
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| (Now tell me, just between the two of us, what season is it really?
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| Heh, Heh, Don’t be so naive buster, why everybody knows it’s really Duck Season! |