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[Verse 1]Some days I just wanna up and call it quitsI feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricksEverytime I go to get up, I just fall in pitsMy life's like one great big ball of shitIf I could just put it all in the all I spitInstead of always trying to swallow itInstead of staring at this wall and shitWhile I sit, writers block, sick of all this shitCan't call it shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wallIf I have to see another one of mom?s alcoholic fitsThis is it, last straw, that?s all, that?s itI ain't dealing with another fuckin' politicI'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters upI'm about to kill it, I can feel it building upBlow this building up, I?ve concealed enoughMy cup runneth over, I done filled it up,The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my gutsYou think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,Well I'm-a show you what, you gon' feel my rush,You don?t feel it, then it must be too real to touch,Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shit upGoosebumps, yeah, I'm-a make your hair sit upYeah sit up, I'm-a tell you who I beI'm-a make you hate me, 'cause you ain't meYou wait, it ain't too late to finally seeWhat you closed-minded fucks were too blind to seeWhoever finds me's gonna get a finders feeOut this world, ain't no one out they mind as meYou need peace of mind? Here?s a piece of mineAll I need?s a line,but sometimes I don?t always find the words to rhymeto express how I'm really feeling at that time, yeasometimes, sometimes, sometimesjust sometimes, it?s always meHow dark can these hallways be?The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past threeThis half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece of paper,[Verse 2]I'm desperate at my deskIf I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest againStuck in a slump, can't think of nothingFuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethingNope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,crinkle it up and throw the shit outI'm fizzlin' out, thought I figured it outball?s in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it outI'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?Sign that I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you upWant me to flip it, I can rip it any style you wantI'm-a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitterI'm-a sit it here 'til I get enough of me to finally hita fucking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed,an emcees worst dream, i make 'em jinx,they hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence,by the looks of 'em you would swear that jaws was comin',by the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin' someone,by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin',It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothing,Mama, Jimmy keeps leaving 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 clockfuck this clock, I'm-a make 'em eat this watch,Don't 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 niche, you gonna hear my voice,'til you're sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice,if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,If I had half a chance, i'd grab it,Rabbit, run!
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