Beastmode Warriors - Plastic Soldiers

{intro: zodeak}
Vroom vroom, g.i. joe take down
Damn, damn
Motherfucker! yo
Horrific battle

{verse 1: zodeak}
Aye, yo i bend these motherfuckers like blast beats
Rap athlete putting landmines in your track meets (bang!)
Don't say i ain't doing my thing, i got a couple meathooks so my homies can hang (hang)
Hey! and have room for y'all
I got your girl on a leash down on all fours
And i'll be staring at this blade like mi amor
But when i close my eyes i hear cannibal corpse
Turn your favorite rapper to cadavers, i just made 'em famous
But i'm the zodiac and i remain nameless
Burning churches out in norway, you can have it your way
Usе a foreign album cover like burzum did
{azkay?}
You fucking bozos ain't catching what i'm saying
This is vеnom, evil, in league with satan
My skills will tower over your wrath
And then melt you plastic soldiers with a magnifying glass (what!)

{chorus: jp tha hustler}
Green and young and just be gunning
We'll burn your soldiers right down
Thinking past it, needing a casket
When we burn your soldiers right down
Green and young and just be gunning
We'll burn your soldiers right down
Thinking past it, needing a casket
When we burn your soldiers right down

{verse 2: jp tha hustler}
Y'all young guns trying to be the new thing
No hustle, no grind, no claim to fame
Y'all flashing that rent money, ig
No surprise when you get robbed off beat (all bad)
I'm just spitting true, really dawg, no hater
Like fat bitches fronting in they waist trainer
No shortcuts, it's about the grind
No overnight shit, no quick ride
If you underground homie, got a long way
Gotta push overtime, gotta make your wave
Staying humble, let your old work do the talk
It's a passion over pussy, make this shit pop
You too fake-ass bitches, y'all kim k
Synthol in your balls, no real game
Real soldiers hit the field and we in the trench
You a third string card sitting on the bench

{chorus: jp tha hustler}
Green and young and just be gunning
We'll burn your soldiers right down
Thinking past it, needing a casket
When we burn your soldiers right down
Green and young and just be gunning
We'll burn your soldiers right down
Thinking past it, needing a casket
When we burn your soldiers right down

{verse 3: slyzwicked}
Sell your lawn, guerrilla force like viet kong
Going against the grain with my chest that i beat up on
Napalm is slowly building in my right palm
Paint the target then execute once that mic's on
Stay gone, just equipping a deadly storm
I bet you air strikes rain when you hear the horns
So let me let you all know what the deal is
Since we already all know what your numbers is
We know you paid for your likes and you paid for your views
Still nobody knows you when you show up to these venues
Now, that's real shit facts
Ain't nobody jocking your style so kick back
Now it's out with the fake and in with the real
Take it how you want it regardless of how you feel
I kick that sixteen bars of pure torture
Plastic soldier now that i've told ya

{chorus: jp tha hustler}
Green and young and just be gunning
We'll burn your soldiers right down
Thinking past it, needing a casket
When we burn your soldiers right down
Green and young and just be gunning
We'll burn your soldiers right down
Thinking past it, needing a casket
When we burn your soldiers right down

{outro}
Horrific battle