Born, born, born, born, born, born, born killer
I`m that mothafucking god damn nigga
The brother that`s tougher than any other you cover
The one you don`t wanna take home to your mother
Fuck a loose screw, let me enlighten
I got a whole mothafucking toolbox need tighten
Fast like lighting, punch like Tyson
It`s a clash of titans when I start fighting
So what`s a god damn reporter?
A nigga with a foot in his ass and a tape recorder
Dissing W-I double L-I-E-D
And don`t know shit about me
But you don`t see me running
I`m from the ghetto, hoe, so I keep coming...
With more nerves, more verbs, more cuss words
To fuck with the suburds
You can`t stand me or can me
Bullets gonna go thru people if you ban me
Cause you fucking with my livelihood
For your health that ain`t no good
Like Breed I`m 20 below and getting colder
Going out lika soldier...
Crisp and clean I`m leaving the scene
Blowing mothafuckas to smithereens
And if I fall you know they didn`t pimp me
Cause the banana clip will be empty
You say: Willie, clean up your act
And maybe you can sell more records than that
Survival comes before principles and morals
So to the man on the street I`ma stay loyal
And fuck up those who oppose
Outta there smelling like a rose
You ain`t never seen a mothafucka kill a mothafucka
Lika mothafucka named Willie D mothafucka
Rambo can`t go
And Robocop get dropped like a hoe
By something that they never saw
An M-72A2 mothafucking law
We can rumble in the jungle
Or have a World War 3 right here on the concrete
God damn, I done told ya
(Willie D) goin` out lika soldier...
Fuck this, fuck that is my motto
Willie D is fucking everybody like a hot hoe
So you better put a condom on your ear
Cause I`m burning up the normal shit you hear
Smoking, smoking
Y`all mothafuckas know I ain`t joking
I`ve been paying my dues for a decade
(What time it is?) It`s time to get paid
Yeah, fuck the bullshit
And that nigga standing at the damn pulpit
I left Charlie Brown on the cut
Cause I felt like Snoopy working for peanuts
Now my ass is soe
And I can`t be fucked no mo`
So if you wanna test me, that`ll hold ya
I`m goin` out lika soldier...
I`m goin` out lika S-O-L-D-I-E-R
Pumped up for an all out war
Searching like a predator
With an M-16 looking for a magazine editor
I know they don`t write the columns
But they co-sign every volume
So I`m cutting off the head of state
So the rest of the body can`t operate
And while I`m into the slaughter
I may as well bust a cap on a TV reporter
And a DJ by the way
For giving that wicky wack shit radio play
If that`s your preference so be it
But I`ma call it like I mothafucking see it
And never be a pop chart trick
Y`all talk loud but you don`t say shit
I`d rather boycott that picture
And rap about that which affects ya
You wonder why the cussing won`t disappear
God damn, we ain`t happy down here
Willie D got problems
So when mom walk in, turn down the volume
And act like you`re doing your homework
Or get your pussy or your dick knocked in the dirt
There`s a vet in your vicinity
So pump up Ice Cube and jam Public Enemy
And let the O.G. Ice-T kick a rhyme that`ll mold ya
And go out like a soldier...
