Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Every time 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 to all I spit Instead of always try and 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 dealin' with another fuckin' politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin' until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up Blow this buildin' up, I've concealed enough My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts Ink spills my guts You'd think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well I'ma 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'ma make ya hair sit up Yeah, sit up
I'ma tell ya who I be I'ma make you hate me 'cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see What you close 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 there 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 feelin' at that time Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes It's always me, how dark can these hallways be The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half-past 3 This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
I'm desperate at my desk 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 But wait here comes something
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up 'n throw that 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'll 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 here 'til I get enough for me to finally hit a fuckin' boilin' point Put some oil in 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 sawing someone By the way they running you would swear the law was comin' It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin'
Momma, Jimmy keeps leavin' on us, he said he'd be back He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest I be back baby, I just got to beat this clock Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race and I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face Bitch, I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice 'Til you sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung If I have half a chance I grab it Rabbit, run