[bad word] 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 [bad word] If I could just, put it all into all I spit
Instead of always tryin' to swallow it
Instead of starin' at this wall and [bad word] While I sit writer's block, sick of all this [bad word] Can't call it, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 building up, I've concealed enough
My [bad word] 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'mma show you what, you gon' feel [bad word] You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peel the dutch, I'm about to tear [bad word] up
Goosebumps yea, I'mma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'mma tell you who I be
I'mma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you closed-minded [bad word] were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is 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
Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes
It's 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
I'm desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the [bad word] off my chest again
Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' [bad word] I'm stumped, but wait, [bad word] somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the [bad word] 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 [bad word]  Jimmy Smith's ain't a quitter
I'mma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a [bad word]  boilin' point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin [bad word] [bad word] 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 their jaws [bad word] 
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin' someone
By the way [bad word]  you would swear the law [bad word] 
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'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock [bad word] this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me watch, I'mma win this race
And [bad word] back [bad word] my [bad word] in your face, [bad word] 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 had half a chance I'd grab it [bad word]