Soldier's da shit, naw just a hypacrite, calls himself a vet, but cant even work his sig/(check his sig)
Kiddie must be a "yankee", cuz he gives "no-hits", ya neva was potty-trained, thats why you "talk'n shit"/

Like newbs to ya record, my rhymes be "vital", ya flos are mo' bor'n than special ed piano recitals/
Ya gett'n "caught look'n" idle, leave ya need'n new "books" cuz I'm tak'n ya "title" /

Ya get'n "run through" like a train station, ya cant beat me, liv'n in ya mom's basement, no wonda ya "need parental advisory"/
Ya couldn't win this if it was judged by Micheal Jackson and you put ya-self up as bribery/

Im hard as hell, you just MicroSOFT, Im gonna "excel", tha "outlook" is that you lost/
Now your gett'n your "windows" smashed, theyres no escape, your gett'n raped like Kobe's mistrass/(mistress)

I'll "rip ya ass" fast like presents on christmas, ya a "toy SOLDIER" and Im tha magnifying glass/
Once Soldier now marytr, ya got smoked like "grass", this is da "Revolutionary war 2", once again "tha british finish last"/