Lyrics Some days I just want to 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 shit, If I could just put it all into all I spit, Stead of always tryin to swallow it, instead of starin at this wall and shit, While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit, 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 fuckin politic, I'm like a skillet, bubblin until it filter's up, I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up, Blow this building up, I've concealed 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 I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush, You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch, Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up, Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed minded fucks were too blind to see, Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, Out this world, Ain't no one out they 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, Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be, The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three, 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 nothin, Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin, Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit out, I'm fizzlin out, 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 slave to this trade, Cyanide, I 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter, I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin boilin point, Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed, An M.C.'s worst dream, I make em jinxed, 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're runnin you would swear the law was comin, It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin, Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin 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, I'ma make them eat this watch, Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race, And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch, I found my nitch, you gon hear my voice Till 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'll grab it, Rabbit run!
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 can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again....
Some days I just want to 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 shit If I could just put it all into all I spit Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall and shit While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit 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 fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it filter's up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up Blow this building up, I've concealed 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 I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up Yea sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, Out this world Ain't no one out they 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 Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three 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 nothin' Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin' Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit out I'm fizzlin' out, 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 slave to this trade Cyanide, I 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin' boilin' point Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed An M.C.'s worst dream, I make em jinxed 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're runnin' you would swear the law was comin' It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin' Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin' 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, I'ma make them eat this watch Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice Till 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'll grab it Rabbit run!
Hook:amazing grip is getting to tight amazing feeling the pleasure through out the fight amazing got the upper last change when we fight through the night: Teeth stay cold as red eyes water in joy when you appeared as dead remain of the three has fled to boiled in the meds force to bed fist solid to a shredder hitman don’t give a fuck organization hitman forever god dame this weapon is getting better
Some days I just want to 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 shit, If I could just put it all into all I spit, Stead of always tryin to swallow it, instead of starin at this wall and shit, While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit, 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 fuckin politic, I'm like a skillet, bubblin until it filter's up, I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up, Blow this building up, I've concealed 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 I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush, You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch, Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up, Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed minded fucks were too blind to see, Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, Out this world, Ain't no one out they 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, Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be, The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three, 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 nothin, Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin, Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit out, I'm fizzlin out, 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 slave to this trade, Cyanide, I 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter, I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin boilin point, Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed, An M.C.'s worst dream, I make em jinxed, 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're runnin you would swear the law was comin, It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin, Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin 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, I'ma make them eat this watch, Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race, And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch, I found my nitch, you gon hear my voice Till 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'll grab it, Rabbit run!
Run Rabbit Run" 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 shit! If I could just put it all into all I spit Instead of always trying 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 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 fuckin' 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 building 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, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, Yeah Imma make your hair sit up, Yeah sit up Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see What you close-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out their 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 feeling at that time, Yes Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes It's 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 shit off my chest, Again Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh, Wait, Here comes something, nope! It's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw this shit out I'm fizzling out, 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 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 ain't a quitter Imma sit here till I get enough of 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 tensed, they hate me See me and shake like a chain-link fence By the looks of 'em you would swear that Jaws was coming By the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawing someone By the way they runnin', you would swear the law was coming It's now or never, and tonight it's 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 in your face, Bitch! I found my niche, You gon' hear my voice 'Til you're 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'll grab it, Rabbit Run!
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 shit If I could just put it all into all I spit 'Stead of always tryna 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 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 fuckin' 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 building up, I've concealed 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, I'ma 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 up Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out their 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 It's just sometimes, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece Of paper (*rip*) I'm desperate at my desk If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' Fuck, I'm stumped up, oh wait, here comes somethin' (*Crumples paper*) Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit 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 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'ma 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 'em tense 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're runnin', you would swear the law was comin' 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'll be back, baby I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face Bitch, I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice 'Til you're 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'll grab it-Rabbit, run!
@@bazo0ky talking to me? Yeah I’m grateful But when we tried to do karaoke to this song (using *this* video in particular) ; it didn’t work because it was edited incorrectly.
Я врываюсь в новый диапозон после наркотического акта! Я устал от обмана и предательства со стороны Барыг, я искал себя в кайфе в коричневом пластилине, прятал что то в сейфе, меня спасла Самира, я желаю всем здоровья и мира, вышел на пробежку как в последнюю надежду, объявил новый челлендж, +1 минута пробежки, мне говорят Эдгар ты ебнулся, куда ты вечно бегаешь, а у меня как обычно, один день бег один день Силовая, Самира звонит проверяет, директор постоянно что то подозревает, администратор и уборщица меня бояться, мои глаза красные но это от бессонницы, и если я не пробегу дистанцию, предпочту умереть в этой субстанции!
Heres some bars but I don’t consent to them being used since they are already copyrighted: I’m a phantom out in the streets with my homies during the dead of the night with a mic in my hand. Trying to spit some bars for our sick ass band. We gotta stealthily spit cause nowadays in the dystopian society the first amendment is banned. If you get caught expressing yourself then you head to the station where you get thrown in a cell not too long after you get your fingerprints scanned. Their leader pays attention to everything that we do with the eyes out in the streets and will happily silence anyone who decides to take a stand. They think they have won but don’t realize more people are expressing themselves and soon they will be outmanned. The outcome of our time to rise is part of the prophetic plan that will succeed in us taking back our right to express ourselves all across the land. Taking our right away was their final mistake that resulted in a lot of resentment towards their party since it is something that they wanted thinking it was so clever and that we are fools that are blind to the truth not realizing that we in fact did understand.
Some days I just want to 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 shit If I could just put it all into all I spit Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall and shit While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit 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 fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it filter's up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up Blow this building up, I've concealed 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 I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up Yea sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, Out this world Ain't no one out they 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 Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three 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 nothin' Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin' Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit out I'm fizzlin' out, 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 slave to this trade Cyanide, I 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin' boilin' point Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed An M.C.'s worst dream, I make em jinxed 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're runnin' you would swear the law was comin' It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin' Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin' 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, I'ma make them eat this watch Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice Till 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'll grab it Rabbit run!
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 shit! If I could just put it all into all I spit Instead of always trying 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 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 fuckin' 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 building 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, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, Yeah Imma make your hair sit up, Yeah sit up Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see What you close-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out their 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 feeling at that time, Yes Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes It's 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 shit off my chest, Again Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh, Wait, Here comes something, nope! It's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw this shit out I'm fizzling out, 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 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 ain't a quitter Imma sit here till I get enough of 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 tensed, they hate me See me and shake like a chain-link fence By the looks of 'em you would swear that Jaws was coming By the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawing someone By the way they runnin', you would swear the law was coming It's now or never, and tonight it's 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 in your face, Bitch! I found my niche, You gon' hear my voice 'Til you're 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'll grab it, Rabbit Run!
Some days I just want to 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 shit, If I could just put it all into all I spit, Stead of always tryin to swallow it, instead of starin at this wall and shit, While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit, 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 fuckin politic, I'm like a skillet, bubblin until it filter's up, I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up, Blow this building up, I've concealed 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 I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush, You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch, Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up, Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed minded fucks were too blind to see, Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, Out this world, Ain't no one out they 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, Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be, The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three, 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 nothin, Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin, Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit out, I'm fizzlin out, 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 slave to this trade, Cyanide, I 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter, I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin boilin point, Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed, An M.C.'s worst dream, I make em jinxed, 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're runnin you would swear the law was comin, It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin, Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin 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, I'ma make them eat this watch, Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race, And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch, I found my nitch, you gon hear my voice Till 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'll grab it, Rabbit run!
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 shit If I could just put it all into all I spit 'Stead of always tryna 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 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 fuckin' 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 building up, I've concealed 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, I'ma 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 up Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out their 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 It's just sometimes, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece Of paper (*rip*) I'm desperate at my desk If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' Fuck, I'm stumped up, wait, here comes somethin' (*Crumples paper*) Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit 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 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'ma 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 'em tense 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're runnin', you would swear the law was comin' 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'll be back, baby I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face Bitch, I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice 'Til you're 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'll grab it-Rabbit, run!
Some days I just want to 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 shit If I could just put it all into all I spit Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall and shit While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit 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 fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it filter's up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up Blow this building up, I've concealed 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 I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up Yea sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, Out this world Ain't no one out they 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 Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three 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 nothin' Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin' Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit out I'm fizzlin' out, 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 slave to this trade Cyanide, I 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin' boilin' point Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed An M.C.'s worst dream, I make em jinxed 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're runnin' you would swear the law was comin' It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin' Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin' 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, I'ma make them eat this watch Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice Till 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'll grab it Rabbit run!
