[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!