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 in to all I spit
Instead of always try and swallow it
Instead of staring 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 buildin' up, I've concealed enough
My [bad word] 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 [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, 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] off my chest again
Stuck in this slump
Can't think of nothing, [bad word] I'm stumped
But wait [bad word] something

Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up 'n throw that [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'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 [bad word]  Jimmy Smith ain’t a quitter
I'm a sit here 'til I get enough for 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 that jaws [bad word] 
By the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawing 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 be back baby, I just got to beat this clock [bad word] this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me watch, I'ma 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 have half a chance I grab it [bad word]