Buckshot

His kit

Is pure gold

A burst kiter

With muscle

Big guns and a red cape

That hair shape… straight wolverine!

Slidin’

Divin’

He’s gonna make you look silly

Won’t take harm

His jukes are hotter than a bowl of chili

Ya go bot (hot damn)

Ya just got there, now you’re backin’, man

Ya buy pots, (hot damn)

Need a drink to get through this lanin' man

Ya get shot, (hot damn)

Lose the trade when he’s goin' ham

Ya get caught, (hot damn)

Stop going bot ya big dummy

Quickdraw he’s commin' to ya

Smokescreen is gonna screw ya

Every chance he’s gonna duel you

‘Cause that shotgun's gon' give it to ya

Look at your health and now watch it drop

Can’t believe that buckshot

Stop, wait a minute

He’s afk, maybe you can win it

He’s taking hits, close to death

(Nevermind! He never left...)

You can’t outrun, collateral damage, are you kidding?

But don’t give up, just chill out

Maybe you can catch him splittin’

Before you fight that guy

Let me tell you a little somethin’

Graves gon’ buck you up