(pleeeeeeeeease have mercy on me, please have a little mercy on me)

Watcha gonna do? Slam Doors? Break a glass?
Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked [bad word] 
She still makes time to hate me
but basically I'm overbooked no emotional [bad word] seems so simple
Like [bad word] it let me be the one you fight and call mister right
It's and addiction bound to stick around
cause a junky won't bounce 'till he hits the ground (get down)
And these [bad word] ain't as good as we wish they were (get up)
and this buzz doesn't keep us from missin' her (get over)
And that love that built all of this emphasis
spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus (get out)
It's easier to leave it there
Each time I see your tears makes me need a beer to relieve the fear
I wanna keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor
outta here maybe next year I'll reappear
 [bad word] 
I say hey there, we don't play fair
we can't stay here, I hope you take care {4X}

Sometimes you make me feel like such a prick
That even I'm convinced that I'm the one thats sick
You can fuss and [bad word]  you can cut your wrist
or you can choke on that blood from the tounge you've bit
And when you acted up, best believe I blessed you back
I've got a [bad word] fan base that can attest to that
I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card
cause I want no [bad word]  part of it
We're just two dogs on all fours
It's a tug of war for who loves you more
Blame it on tours or locked bathroom doors
or maybe it's 'cause my voice was louder than yours (what? You jealous?)
And I'll be damned if I do this for forever
Everybody lookin' at me like I don't know better
Instead I [bad word] if I'm ever gonna forget her
cause I've always been a go-getter (so whatever)
 [bad word] 

And now I got a head full of better off dead
I followed down them steps, and slept in the wrong bed
If I had a breath of self-respect left
I'd set fire to the boxspring to help it catch wreck
Let these ashes represent the mattress
Director left the set but nobody told the actress
So she's still actin' as if we scheduled a practice
and my soundtrack [bad word]  her theatrics
You, you remind me of me, it's not [bad word] Get your song on
You, who you tryin' to be?
I've got no tolerance left for drama
You, you would like to go free, jump off the fence let your claws out
You, you remind me of [bad word] from all of them 'til they all gone
Then, here we go again, with my threats to leave
Like I've ever left a she who wouldn't let me breathe
Instead I kept it deep enough to get you to believe
that I'm incapable of escapin' and settin' you free
Well I'mma open up that map and see the nation
Call it vocation
Call it a vacation
You can find me at the airport waitin'
or maybe I'll be chain smokin' down at the train station
With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack
Gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back
Get my last paycheck, smash and make steps
Gone, on [bad word] with Kool G. Rap in the tapedeck (peace)
 [bad word]  - 2X