Somedays 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 pits My life's like one great big ball of shit! If I could, just put it all into all I spit Instead of always tryina swallow it Instead of starin' at this wall and shit While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shit Can't call it shit! All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I ever have to see another one of Mom's alcaholic fits This is it last straw That's all, That's it I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet bubblin', until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up Blow this buliding up, I've been sealed enough My cup runneth 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.. Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Build the dutch, Im about to tear shit up Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late for you to finally see What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee Out this world, ain't no one out-they-mind as me You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line, Sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes Its just sometimes is always me How dark can these hallways be The clock strikes midnight 1, 2, then half passed 3 This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper I'm desperate at my desk If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here comes something, No! Its not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out Balls 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? Signed out of spit to the grave Real enough to rile you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want. Imma switch-hitter, bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter Imma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin' boiling point Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed An MC's worst dream, I make them tense, they hate me See me and shake like a Chainlink fence By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was coming By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin someone By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was coming Its now or never, And tonight is all or nothing Momma, 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 clock Fuck this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this race And Imma come back and rub my shit on your face, Bitch! I found my niche, You gon' hear my voice Till your 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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