Toy Story

Hey yo
Holler at holler at
Your boy
I come to build
And destroy
I don’t walk around
With no herbs
And no clowns
And I damn sure
Don’t play with no toys
Holler at holler at
Your boy
Cause life is to live
And enjoy
So we don’t walk around
With no herbs
And no clowns
And we damn sure
Don’t play with no toys
So real recognize real
Toy recognize toy
And I know you’re moving
With those Fisher Price Boys
With ya toy records
And your toy turntable
Plug in toy mics into
Toy mic cable
Man everything you spit
Is a fable
Laughable man
That’s why everybody plays you
It’s easy to tell
That you lie when you flowing
You want some Pinocchio nose
Grow it
And at this rate
You’ll never be a real boy
Getting your string pulled
By Geppetto who employs
You and your toy soldiers
For imaginary wars
Shooting off cap guns
For the fabricated sport
Man, it’s a shame
How you sullied your name
For a little bit of money
And Monopoly fame
It’ll not be the same
Because you just look stupid
A child’s play thing
Batteries not included
People at a Matchbox car wash
Baywatch Barbies
With the chunky
Dizzy Dinosaurs
Gameboy kinda headed
Chains all life raft
Till they pull-it, twist-it
Pull it pedal, pedal
Down in the RC
The Rugrat was rattled
He couldn’t Connect Four
Didn’t know who to do
This the hammer (sp?)
Incredible crash dummy
A flash
Turned his day
Into Dreamcast
Thinking 2K3
Gameboy it’s 2K11
Toy soldier
Boy it’s all over
Your hooks
And your rhymes
And your beats
And your lines
And your whole design
Is not kosher
You something
They pick up, play with
And put down
But music lovers want
This many lifetimes around
Me to admire
You to expire
Instructions on the back
«No assembly required»
Do it the Optimus Prime
Transform those rhymes
Into some kind of magic
That will span most times
It’s some kind of tragic
That your fans gon' find
You some kind of savage
With a Sam Bose mind
Mass produced
And born in a factory
Assembly line
Is building all the wack MCs
Cheap labor
And hazardous parts
And that’s the main reason
That you haven’t the heart
You Teddy Rux spin
With a tape in the back
Push play
And you regurgitating
That wack shit
Claiming you real
When the fact is
If you were any more fake
You’d come wrapped in plastic
I one and only
No one can hold me
You move around
Via remote control G
You’s a phony and not my homie
I fuck with thoroughbreds
Not My Little Pony