Toy Soldier

[Intro]
Yo, it's Caidan back again
I'm done with these fucking bullshit games

[Hook]
I ain’t fucking with you no mo’
You're gone, right off the label
I ain’t fucking with you no mo’
You're done, right off the label

[Verse 1]
I said, you said, you on my dick
I don’t get why you’re acting like a bitch
I don’t get what, I ever did to you
You were my dude, even went against Embis
I thought we won until you went and dissed this
You like to think you own the world, but you just a misfit
Not Hermey, yeah you heard me
I don’t get why you gotta be a dick
All your tracks suck, took them off just like this
I don’t get why you're always hating this
Even Rich agrees you are such a pussy
*Rеdacted*, you suck, think I’m playing this time
I’m really not, I don’t givе a fuck, I’ll kill you in a line
But I'm not trying to aim you down, you were my boy
It would be a real shame, but I'm getting annoyed
I hope you feel defeat, underneath your feet
I don't care if I'm offbeat and I'll repeat that until the day I D I E
Think I’m playin', he heartbroken
He a bitch, while I’m a pimp
I write sad songs just like you
But I produce the beats that I use
And who the fuck are you
To tell me what to do
“Might as well just scrap the mixtape”
Oh wait, guess what I did instead?
Took you off the tape, you don’t belong
So with that being said, sing along

[Hook]
I ain’t fucking with you no mo’
You're gone, right off the label
I ain’t fucking with you no mo’
You're done, right off the label

[Verse 2]
Fuck what ya heard
Fuck what ya think
Yeah, fuck ya jerk
You need a shrink to talk about your fucking problems
No need to pout because you cause them
Chicka Chicka Chicka Chicka
Maybe I’ma little bit crazy
But I can write because I’m not lazy
You like to think you a Jay-Z
When really you just a baby
Peel back the layers and reveal the scars
You wouldn’t have to if you had some bars
What am I sorry for? Huh?
Nothing you fucking whore, oh
I’ma take this paper and light it up
It don’t matter, filling up a cup
Full of your tears, from all the years
Yo, hand me a beer, cheers
Cause we just destroyed this fucking queer
Is it wrong or is that right, dear?

[Hook]
I ain’t fucking with you no mo’
You're gone, right off the label
I ain’t fucking with you no mo’
You're done, right off the label

[Outro]
Haha, yeah!
We're done
Peace!