Phil A Johnson

Lyrics

Yo…
When you see me, Duck — better pray, fold your hands


I’m the reason your whole bloodline got deleted from the map


You wrote a cute little verse, callin’ me duck like it’s clever


I’m the shotgun in the blind — turn your whole squad into feathers
-Quack? Nah...

That’s the sound your ribs make when the hawk lands
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I don’t duck smoke, I inhale it, then breathe fire on your whole clan


You a keyboard killer, I’m the real one with the hammer


One call and your block look like a nightmare scene, no glamour!

When you see me, Duck, it’s over — no rematch, no sequel


I’m the final boss in boots, you the tutorial level, weak and feeble


Talk heavy on the net, but your aim shiver like a beginner

I I I I I I...I pull up, one shot, leave your soul doin’ the “he ain’t deserve it”


You a mall cop with a badge made of plastic and dreams
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I’m the storm, the nightmare that screams in your sleep
pppppp

Your bars soft like baby food, mine hit like buckshot to the chest


When I’m done, they’ll need records just to identify what’s left

When you see me, Duck — run, tell your mama “hide the kids”


I’m the reason they post RIPs with them blue doves


You tried to hunt me? Boy, I’m the trap that ate the hunter


Left your career in a body bag, zipped up, no last words, just thunder


You a skit on the timeline, I’m the purge in real time


Snap your neck, post the flick, caption: “When you see me, it’s bedtime”


You soft on the net, I devour weak challengers


Now your fans doin’ the “he was just playin’” after

Uhh, uhh, uhh

When you see me, Duck, it’s a wipeout on a smaller scale


Your whole lineage callin’ from the grave like “why we failed?”


I don’t punch lines, I fill bags — quick, no debate
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I’m the terminator, annihilator, dominator of your fate

I’m the orchestrator, devastator, creator of your ending scene


You a simulator, imitator, fabricator livin’ in a dream


I accelerate, decimate, eliminate your every scheme


You hesitate, meditate, then evaporate like steam
mmmm

Predator, creditor, editor of your legacy


I’m the predator with the better pen, severin’ your pedigree


You a featherweight, never great, beggin’ for a second chance


I’m the heavy weight, ready to disintegrate your relevance in seconds flat


Calculated, activated, saturated with the killer instinct


You fabricated, overrated, dominated — now your name extinct


I’m the vindicator, dominator, terminator of the duck hunt


You a spectator, imitator, navigator straight to the junk trunk


Multisyllabic assassin, craftin’ classic patterns that fracture your pride


While you’re stuck in basic battlin’, I’m the final chapter — now close your eyes

Me season.