Somedays I just wanna up and call the 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 onto what I spit Instead of always tryina swallow it Instead of starin' at this wall and shit While I sit writin' this plot, sick of all this shit Kid, Call it Shit! All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I ever have to see another one of Mom's alcaholic fits This is it last straw That's all, That's it I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet bubblin', until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up Blow this building up, I'm concealed enough My cup, When its over I'da filled it up Then it explodes, and spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Build the dutch, Im about to tear shit up Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me You ate, it ain't too late for you to finally see What you close-minded Fucks, What you Blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finds to see Out this world, they no it ain't a mind to me You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line, Sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes Its just sometimes is always me How dark can he always be The clock strikes midnight 1, 2, then half passed 3 This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper I'm desperate in my task If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here comes something, No! Its not good enough, scribble it out New pad, tinkle it up, and throw the shit out I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out Balls 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 Tray? Sign not to spit to the grave Real enough to route you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want. Imma switch to the bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter Imma sitter till I get enough finally hit a boiling point Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed And EmCee's worst dream, I make them tensed, they hate me See me and Shape like a Chainling Finx By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was coming By the screams of them you would swear Im saw and so on By the way they runnin', you could swear they all was coming Its now or never, And tonight is all or nothing Momma, 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! Imma make them Eat this watch Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this race And Imma come back and rub my shit on your face, Bitch! I found my nitch, You gonna fear my voice Till your SICK of it you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream till I have half a lung If I have have a chance, Imma grab it, Rabbit Run!