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