Somedays I just wanna up and it quits I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks I go to get up I just fall in pits My like one great big ball of shit! If I could, just put it all into all I Instead of always swallow it Instead of at this wall and shit While I sit writer's block , sick of all shit Can't , it Shit! All I know is I'm about to hit the If I ever have to see another one of Mom's alcaholic This is it straw That's all, it I ain't with another fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet bubblin', it filters up I'm to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up Blow this buliding up, I've been sealed My cup runith I done filled it up The pen and bust, ink spills my guts! You all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well.. Imma you what, You gon' feel my rush If you feel it, then it must be too real to touch Build the dutch, Im about to tear up Goosebumps, Yea make your hair sit up, Yea sit up tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me You wait , it too late for you to finally see What you close-minded were too blind to see finds me is gonna get a finders fee Out this world, ain't no one out mind as me You need piece of Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line, but Sometimes I always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feeling at time, Yes Sometimes, Sometimes, Its sometimes is always me How can these hallways be The clock midnight 1, 2, half passed 3 This half-ass rhyme, with half-ass piece of paper I'm desperate at my If I could just get the of this shit off my chest, Again Stuck in this slump, Can't think of Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Here comes something, No! Its not enough, scribble it out New pad, it up, and throw the shit out I'm fizzling out, I figured it out Balls in my court but I'm to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a To this Trade ? not to spit to the grave enough to rowl you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter Imma sitter till I get enough finally hit a fucking boiling Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get And MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, they me See me and shake like a Chainlink By the looks of em you would swear that was coming By the screams of them you swear Im sawin someone By the way they runnin', you swear that the law was coming Its now or never, And tonight is all or Momma, Jimmy leaving on us, He said he'd be back He pinky promised, I don't he's honest I'll be baby, I just gotta beat this clock this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch Don't me Watch! Imma win this race And Imma come back and rub my shit on face, Bitch! I found my nitch, You fear my voice Till your SICK of it you ain't gonna have a If I scream till I have half a lung If I have a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit Run!