Toolyz 4.0 (feat. Dave Wes, Lil Savage & Gizzy)

Honestly I gave you plenty of time
And I even warned you that you didn't
Have a whole lot of it left
Most impressive attacks
His wisdom in battle is beginning to show
Nice try acting tough but this is your limit
You've given me something to look forward to
But now I think it's time you made your exit
How unfortunate
Now things have start becoming a bit more fun
This taste of blood
This pain
Finally
I can fully experience battle again

Fuck you pussy niggas
Always hatin talkin shit
You don't fuck with the gang
And you know who we reppin with
Dissing on the net always crying like a bitch
Say it to my fuckin face yeah on God you'll get a fit
Making me mad yo don't make me send a hit
Ain't playing bout my name and
Ain't gone play me like no bitch
We can fight it out no need to up to sticks
Or we can bring the Toolyz out and send the fuckin blicks
(I have no choice but to break his will)

Out of my mind I advise you don't get out of line
We can fight it out or this llama can
Turn your thoughts to slime
Emptiest threats from these haters
Shrouded by dollar signs
You come for any of mine I'll leave ya mama crying
Either chill or pick a burial plot
Why don't you say it to my face?
You're the harriest twat (I'm screaming)
Fuck you pussy niggas always hatin eat the biggest dick
I'm wild as fuck I'll kill you and feed your soul to the wilderness
Every single sentence is authentic and I meant this shit
You beating me off the hands farfetched
So pigeon get your stick
Ready to die bitch nigga I'm really with the shits
Ridiculousness my sisters is coming with them blicks
For throwing dirt on my name it's war games
You pissed me off but still I remained in my own lane
Windows tinted tryna mind my business
Your mom can eat a dick get up off my jimmy

Fuck you pussy niggas
Always hatin talkin shit
You don't fuck with the gang
And you know who we reppin with
Dissing on the net always crying like a bitch
Say it to my fuckin face yeah on God you'll get a fit
Making me mad yo don't make me send a hit
Ain't playing bout my name and
Ain't gone play me like no bitch
We can fight it out no need to up to sticks
Or we can bring the Toolyz out and send the fuckin blicks

Look
We the ones you don't want problems with
Talking all that shit I don't wanna hear your hollering
Hands around your neck disconnect your damn esophagus
Coming at your boys that's your goddamn apocalypse
Maybe I'm insane
Maybe have a special rapper slapped up out the frame
Extended clips blasting got the calibrated aim
Questioning these extremities so much malice on my brain
Real recognize haters need to see the mourge
Fear in their eyes this ain't even my final form
Cuttin them up I'm swinging swords cut the cord
Coming at me backwards grab the hammer call me Thor
I'm a little bit off balance half these rappers tossing salad
From Pacific to Atlantic my homies out here with the cannons
Ha
Y'all softer than some pandas
If it ain't about money all that shit you talk outlandish

Fuck you pussy niggas
Always hatin talkin shit
You don't fuck with the gang
And you know who we reppin with
Dissing on the net always crying like a bitch
Say it to my fuckin face yeah on God you'll get a fit
Making me mad yo don't make me send a hit
Ain't playing bout my name and
Ain't gone play me like no bitch
We can fight it out no need to up to sticks
Or we can bring the Toolyz out and send the fuckin blicks

When reality hittin
(Hey)Say what you mean
Mean what you feeling(Come on)
I got a good heart good soul
But they treat me like a villian
(What?)
But I'm good with these hoes
(Haha)
Please don't start actin up
Getting in all your feelings
(Boy)
You will get exposed haha
(Yeah nigga)
Always crying on the book(Ha)
Twitter fingers always typing
(Toot Toot) With computer codes
(Woooooooo) And I don't like that
Niggas always tryna do that but they can't fight that
I don't give a fuck what you talking nigga I ain't like that
(Woooooooo) I just wanna do what I can do for my
family
Nigga go and get that right back
(Woooooooo)
Money
Yes yeah I need that
(Number two)Bitches
Damn I done had that
(Number three)
Riches
Yeah boy we need that
(Huh)
All them Toolyz that you talking boy eat that

Fuck you pussy niggas
Always hatin talkin shit
You don't fuck with the gang
And you know who we reppin with
Dissing on the net always crying like a bitch
Say it to my fuckin face yeah on God you'll get a fit
Making me mad yo don't make me send a hit
Ain't playing bout my name and
Ain't gone play me like no bitch
We can fight it out no need to up to sticks
Or we can bring the Toolyz out and send the fuckin blicks

Weakness of any kind completely revolts me
A weak senju disgust me even more
What do you really have to offer?
Just what can you hope to do in this battle?
What is that look for?
I already showed you how different our
Strengths were long ago remember?