I am what I am and the world won't change me
I'm a wood motherfucker
Thats why you hate me
I am a wood!

I am what I am and the world won't change me
I'm a wood motherfucker
Thats why you hate me
I am a wood!

I got the whole word on the pound in my hand
Seen them explode
Like a bomb in my hand
People lying on tracks
That just no who I am
I bring it back to you
Back a popular man

I'll use to go to jail like all the time
Whos what them trow this
Oh sir their all mine
I still mention I will use to place theses order
I I wake them for real ship cause on mexican border
Them I show you cowards I day in the life

Give me them back little wood
You will way any right
Those who give them a piece of curse
You dont know know what it means
I will gonna trip on these finger on computer screens

Oh, yeah
You're trouble on the way
I hear the word woodpile
When I was in W.U.A
Sick that just taste
Get the fuck out my way
'Cause we got more guns than the military suckers