[Verse 1]
I got one left in the chamber no time to reload
It's time for me to slaughter and go straight up beast mode
I love how you mufuckas love to act tough
You wanna be gangbangin' pieces of shit, just quit
Before you get popped by some actual Blood or Crip
That will end ya life without thinkin' twice and not giving a shit
To unleash all the rounds of the clip
To change the subject
I don't give a fuck what category you place me in
Cause I ain't gonna stop until I win
I was born not to fail, I was born to succeed
I'm here to tell my story instead of saying some nonsense involving pussy, money, weed
You motherfuckers really need to stop beating a dead horse
Cause you won't get anywhere in ya career
Except having radio airplay on the stations you endorse
Why the fuck do you so-called rappers act like the same people
It's like a game of Simon Says where one falls, you're right behind 'em
If I don't blow up, fuck this game
Cause labels are sticking their heads up the asses of talent that's just lame
Ignoring the ones that are real and untamed
Now it seems like every other label is picking up the habit
Signing no talent punks and straight up faggots
Having artists stick to other people's flows like they're magnets
So why the fuck does this game need to be so complicated
Hip-Hop is stuck with shit talent, it's constipated
I want an elite record label like Bad Boy, Def Jam, Shady Records, and Aftermath
To make a star from the MC I have created
Fuck it, i'm done with this shit
I'm about to go bonkers on the beat creating a lunatic
I go by the name of Ruthless
Ready to whip some ass, but which can should I pop first
Cause once I open the can i'll just start rollin' like Fred Durst
Limping with two KFC sized biscuits and a corn on a cob fuckin' ya mistress
I'm unsigned as of this day
And if a label wants to sign me it will accomplish my dream and my goal to be famous
So all I can say is Hip-Hop Hooray!