Lyrics
Look,
Hey Yo
If you had one shot, one opportunity 
To seize everything you ever wanted 
When this first started off it was just Linkin Park
One moment 
And at the end of it all
Would you capture it or just let it slip? 
Remixxx
Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti 
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready 
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin' 
What he wrote down, the whole crowd grows so loud 
He opens his mouth, but the words [bad word] out 
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now 
The [bad word] out, times up over, bloah! 
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity 
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked 
Hes so mad, but he wont give up that 
easy, No 
He wont have it , he knows his whole back's to the ropes 
It dont matter, he's dope 
He knows that, but he's broke 
He's so stacked that he knows 
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's 
Back to 

Now what the [bad word] are you waiting for
what the [bad word] are you waiting for

The souls escaping, through this hole that is gaping 
This world is mine for the taking 
Make me king, as we move toward a new world order 
normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem 
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter 
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him 
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter 
Lonely roads, God only knows 
He's grown farther from home, hes no father 
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter 
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water 
Nobody wants him no more, hes cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows 
He nose dove and sold nada 
So the soap opera is told and unfolds 
I suppose its old partner, but the beat goes on 
Da da dum da dum da da 
Yo

No more games, Imma change what you call rage 
Tear this [bad word] roof off like 2 dogs caged 
I was playin in the beginning, but then the mood all changed 
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage 
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher 
Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper 
All the pain inside amplified by the 
fact. That I cant get by with my 9 to 5 
And I cant provide the right type of life for my family 
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers 
And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life 
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder 
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus 
teeter-totter caught up between bein a father and a prima donna 
Baby mama drama screamin on and 
Too much for me to wanna 
Stay in one spot, another jam or not 
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail 
I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot 
Success is my only [bad word] option, failure's not 
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go 
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot 
So here I go it's my shot. 
Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got I've [bad word] so numb I can't feel you there
I've [bad word] so tired so much more aware
I've [bad word] this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've [bad word] so numb
Can I get an encore do you want more?
I've [bad word] so numb
One last time I need you to aplaw (X2)