[Verse 1] Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits My life's like one great big ball of shit If I could just put it all in all I spit Instead of always trying to swallow it Instead of staring at this wall and shit While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shit Can't call it shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I ain't dealing with another fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up Blow this building up, I've concealed enough My cup runneth over, I done filled it up, The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, Well I'm-a show you what, you gon' feel my rush, You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch, Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, yeah, I'm-a make your hair sit up Yeah sit up, I'm-a tell you who I be I'm-a make you hate me, 'cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me's gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out they mind as me You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line, But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feeling at that time, yea Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Just sometimes, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece of paper,
[Verse 2] I'm desperate at my desk If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothing Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes something Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, new pad, Crinkle it up and throw the shit out I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want I'm-a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'm-a sit it here 'til I get enough of me to finally hit A fucking boiling point, put some oil on your joints, Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed, An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense, They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence, By the looks of 'em you would swear that jaws was comin', By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin' someone, By the way they running, you would swear the law was comin', It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothing, Mama, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he'd be back, He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest, I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, I'm-a make 'em eat this watch, Don't believe me? Watch, I'm-a win this race, And I'm-a come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch! I found my niche, you gonna hear my voice, 'Til you're sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice, If I gotta scream till I have half a lung, If I have half a chance I'll grab it, Rabbit Run!