Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and wrap ya, boy
???? and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch
Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, ???? put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke muthafucka out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs
Ya bitch
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
Longevity that, huh
Bitch
(c) Yukmouth