*we out on ammo on the motherfucka hear it* *glock 17, ak's check it* Yo, listen, the beat dropped like a criminal with a bounty on his head. Shot him in the jugular vein now he definatly dead. But now the ammo's gone, gotta sell some bread Travelling I see a sign that says *ammunition up ahead* Gotta make it fast Can't be the last Took the last bite of the bread cuz you know I don't fast Ten minutes has passed Thinking of another rapper name than ruthless bastard Light up a cigar in front of gasoline That shit's a fire hazard Feels like my mind has shattered Damn there's the ammunition Don't know my condition Not even my position Ran in and said 9mm, 12 gauge, gotta get some new, time to make a change Felt something strange make sure the ammo has good range Trust the procces I'm mentally trained Ain't gon freeze if it has rained After all that I got out the ammunition Now I got a mission To attend. Assassinate and kill But it's no trend It's just a daily smoothie, mix it up and blend But you'll regret it in the end Life is hard Just accept that it won't get easier with the swipe of a card Out of energy I gon feel fautige after running a yard So I just write down these lyrics And I gon rap it and it's better without lipsticks Trust the process Build some progress Don't give up and don't talk nonsense the people who fail are most of the time the people who give up they die without a last drink out their favorite cup see me pull up *what's up, sup* the sound , such a loud one the doors finna be held shut. Warning fools when people get fatally poisoned in pizza hut don't give a fuck about my age man's just need a girl with a nice bu%# death commission. A suicide mission completely dellusional begining to become illusional. Hallucinating, tripping on weed. Slippin on seed. And seeing animals of all breeds. It ain't over till it's over. It ain't over when I throw useful stuff in the disposer too. I have hard times until I don't. I ain't doing other people's work. I just won't. I'll just read a magazine. In the back if the motherfuckin limmousine. readin bout the killer machine. making every room a murder scene. whip a whip out pull up yo jacket zipper. Become a victim of the imfamous Jack the ripper. Undefeated. Repeatadly repeated. My life's just like that. Some prolly think that I'm that rat. Bullshit. I'm mentally insane when threatened of shit. Hit or run I'll hit and run. Maybe I'm the reincarnation of Big Pun Dead in the middle of little italy little did we know that we riddled to middlemen who didn't do diddly Who am I to get framed when I'm supposedly also the fool to get blamed. Time's up. See ya