Puffcake soldier
Light up the dutch
Zippo in one hand, in the others a gun

I ain't goin' to war, I'm killin' for fun
Spillin' the blood,
Whether you're a villian or nun,

Chillin' or what?
Spillin' your guts?


I haven't seen the light
I live in the dark, it's always the night
Always a fight

Always a fright
Gun gripped tight
Future so bright

But lately I can't even write,
I'm not thinkin' right


I'm back it's the known killer
The bowl filler,
The Dro hitter

Flow spitter
Go getter
(*##$ you're no better

Steal you're hoes sweater
Now she's broke, no cheddar


The blunt sparker
Dressed up in a parka
Arms tatted with art from

A magic marker
Blastin' all these fake ^!$$%s
Screamin' WAKA FLOCKA

Every single time I'm @@#!in'
back the shotgun


Swift got those swagga pants
(*##$ I'm $#&@in' arrogant
I don't $#&@ with snap backs

Like a broken' rubber band
(*##$ I've got the club in hand
Get ready to suck it, and

Shove it, you'll love it, and
Be leakin' like water from a dam


I think I've said all that needs to be said
I changed my mind I'm not a rapper I'm a soldier instead
And I'ma kill every single $#&@in' track til it's dead

Spit a verse, so preverse, %#@! gets into your head

When I find those mother$#&@ers who fled

They gonn' get lyrically killed, my words are like lead
I'm slice 'em up fine, like a baker does bread
They gonna have to get sewn up, like a needle and thread