[Hook] Everybody wants to be a soldier Everybody wants a ride But homeboy, I ain't built for bullsh** Couldn't be a soldier if I tried The only guns I know about are the ones on TV And the ones that shoot paintballs So don't f** with me. I won't f** with you And we won't get f**ed up at all I want to have fun [Verse 1] Chilling in the berbs, and I never had an urge To pull a trigger on a rabbit or even a flock of birds Squirrels roll up, and they know they'll get it worse .18 calibre pellet will put 'em in a hearse Reverse. Don't even worry about my words I put 'em in my verse just I can see the smirks On the people's face wondering if I really k** squirrels But disregard this next part if you're a PETA girl I k** em. I shoot 'em right between the f**ing eyes Hoping that the one pellet was enough to make 'em die I don't want to have to buy another package of pellets Walmart's the only place I can find that will sell it And that's about five miles all the way from my house And BB's cost a dollar twenty-nine right now So add that to the gas price. It sounds about half right But f** pellets; I'mma k** the squirrel with a pen knife [Hook] [Verse 2] Fun, fun. Everything's fun I never really need a gun just to shoot at someone I got my fist; got my spit; got my brain, and my tongue
A punchline is enough to make you spit out your gum So here it goes. Everybody talks about hoes But I have no idea what's the big idea with those It's their choice if they even want to put on their clothes And live in tool sheds. Man, just leave 'em alone! Back to guns, because that's what the song is about I keep about two or three sitting up in my house In case a robber comes in and we have a shoot out I pull it out, throw it hard, and try to hit 'em in the mouth Cause they're fake. They couldn't even k** a f**ing mouse Even if he was already bleeding from the head and mouth I could probably scare him if I cared enough to show my glout Then we could go 6 rounds in a Micky Mouse bout I'm off topic, but don't worry if I drop off it My words are on beat, so I still rhyme proper And my beat box is a real show stopper Here's a short sample before the chorus comes in knocking {Boom} {Erra} {Erra} {pth} ... [Hook] [Verse 3] I don't know about you, but I know about me I'm not signed to the rock but I'm still a [?] I bring the heat every time That I sing on the beat I wear socks so my shoes don't smell like feet My songs can make me feel like king kong My beats will make you want to sing along My rhymes can make me laugh or cry I don't care what you think, f** foolish pride [Hook]