Lyrics

(Verse 1) A 15 year old boy called ammunition , with a big ambition , and an intuition He doesn't really like school cause he doesn't listens And he doesn't give a shit , like he loves pissing But you can't bring him down by a fuckin grade You can tell by the scrapes in his denim (Verse 2) This hostile youth needs to see a therapist Gets pissed off , now other peoples scared and shit So he hides his emotions , he just tries to bury it But if you saw into his mind you would see some scary shit He very closed but the same time he's always open Just waiting for a fucker to slit his throaght then (Verse 3) He likes girls , money , and motherfuckin weed But he can't get any girls , money or fuckin weed His life's a contradiction I know you fuckers listening I know the beat is cold as fuck but please fucking listen Because every time he opens his mouth and these words come out , it seems that noone gets it (Verse 4) No true friends cause he's always shuffling Mother is a soldier and he knows she's always hustling He doesn't give 2 shits to what you say I means nothing , to him because the thoughts in his head are rustling Back in forth like a frog in the grass you can tell by the gash in his ass that he doesn't give a shit (Verse 5) He's going crazy cause he feels that no one fuckin listens Parents aren't together so he feels like there is something missing A serious side of him , that no one ever fuckin see's If his mother heard him rap than she would probably fuckin heave And if he can't have rap then he would fuckin leave , packing bags and shit (Verse 6 ) A wise man one said if it itches scratch it So you mean that if I get mad grab a ratchet Go to school with a matic let it fuckin happen But thats not me , and I don't even have the balls to have it And you cannot grasp it , the idea going through my fuckin brain like traffic (Verse 7) He can't be a kanye or Jay-Z And for that it seems like everybody fuckin hates me When something go's wrong then everybody seems to blame he But he is fuckin wild so they know they cannot tame the His aim 3 ,] But his lanes different Everyone that he hears rap is the same different But this lames different (Verse 8 ) He doesn't give a fuck about a trend setter Hears the shit that signed people put out and he knows he's better Kid with his own style snap back red sweater The game is a bitch but his focus is to go and get her Maybe he should write a letter maybe he should blow and sweat her Even though he's knowing knowngly that he's getting better (Verse 9) This little fuck isn't very popular People always challenge but many dont top with him Wants to make a song but they know he doesn't pop with them Just like the fags who said he couldn't like pop and them He loves violence but he doesn't have a gun to pop on them Reload (Verse 10 ) He's smart for his age a spark on his page That page from that spark from his age just start up his rage He's try his hardest to gauge The anger from inside of him Got a bit better in spittoon now people riding him He's want to kill em all even if its suicide and then He just posidens them