Some  days  I  just  wanna  up  and  call  it  quits
I  feel  like  i'm  surrounded  by  a  wall  of  bricks
everytime  I  go  to  get  up  I  just  fall  in  piss
my  life's  like  one  great  big  ball  of  shit
if  I  could  just  put  it  all  in  all  I  spit
instead  I  always  try  to  swallow  it
instead  of  staring  at  this  wall  and  shit
while  I  sit  writers  block  sick  of  all  this  shit
cant  call  it  shit  all  I  know  is  i'm  about  to  hit  the  wall
if  I  have  to  see  another  one  of  mom's  alchaholic  fits
this  is  it  last  straw  thats  all  thats  it
I  aint  dealing  with  another  fucking  politic
i'm  like  a  stewin  bubble  in  him  till  it  filters  up
i'm  about  to  kill  it  I  can  feel  it  building  up
blow  this  building  up  i've  been  sealed  enough
my  cup  run  it  over  i've  been  filled  up
but  then  explosion  bust  and  spills  my  guts
you  think  all  I  do  is  stand  here  and  feel  my  nuts
but  i'm  a  show  you  what  you  gonna  feel  my  rush
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you  dont  feel  it  then  it  must  be  too  real  to  touch
feel  to  touch  i'm  about  to  tear  shit  up
goosebumps  yeah  i'm  make  your  hair  sit  up
yeah  sit  up  i'm  a  tell  you  who  I  be
i'm  make  you  hate  me  cause  you  aint  me
you  aint  it  aint  to  late  to  finally  see
what  you  close  minded  fucks  were  too  blind  to  see
whoever  find  me  is  gonna  get  a  finders  fee
out  this  world  and  aint  no  one  out  there  mind  as  me
you  need  peace  of  mind  well  here's  a  piece  of  mine
all  I  need's  a  line  but  sometimes
I  dont  always  find  the  words  to  rhyme
to  express  how  i'm  really  feeling  at  that  time
yeah  sometimes  sometimes  sometimes  just  sometimes
its  always  me  how  dark  can  these  hallways  be
the  clock  stikes  midnight 12then  half  past 3
this  half  ass  rhyme  with  this  half  ass  piece  of  paper （Tear）
i'm  desperate  at  my  desk  if  I  could  just  get  the  rest
of  this  shit  off  my  chest  again  stuck  in  this  slum
cant  think  of  nothing  fuck  i'm  stumped
but  wait  here  comes  something
nope  its  not  good  enough  scribbel  it  out  new  pad
krinkel  it  up  and  throw  that  shit  out
ball's  in  my  court  but  i'm  scared  to  dribbel  it  out
but  i'm  afraid  why  am  I  afaid  why  am  I  a  slave  to  this  trade
sign  that  i'll  spit  to  the  grave  real  enough  to  rawl  you  up
what  me  to  flip  it  I  can  rip  it  any  style  you  want
i'm  a  switch  yeah  a  bitch  jimmy  smith  aint  a  quitter
i'm  a  sit  here  till  I  get  enough
for  me  to  finally  hit  a  fucking  boiling  point
put  some  oil  in  your  joints
flip  the  coin  bitch  come  get  destroyed
an  MC's  worst  dream  I  make  them  tense  since  they  hate  me
see  me  and  shake  like  a  shangeling  fence
by  the  looks  of  them  you  would  swear  yours  was  comming
by  the  scream  of  them  you  would  swear  i'm  sawing  something
by  the  way  they  running  you  would  swear  the  law  was  coming
its  now  or  never  tonight  is  all  or  nothing
momma  jimmy  keep  leaving  on  us  he  said  he'd  be  back
he  pinky  promised  I  dont  think  he's  honest
I  be  back  baby  I  just  got  to  beat  this  clock
fuck  this  clock  i'm  make  them  eat  this  watch
dont  believe  me  watch  i'm  a  win  this  race
and  i'm  a  come  back  and  rub  my  shit  in  your  face
bitch  I  found  my  neck  you  gonna  hear  my  voice
till  you  sick  of  it  you  aint  gonna  have  a  choice
if  I  gotta  scream  till  I  have  half  a  lung
if  I  have  half  a  chance  I  grab  it  rabbit <-9>run