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 pits

my life's like one great big ball of shit

if I could just put it all in to 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

can't call it shit, all I know is i'll 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 dealing with another fucking politic

i'm like a skillet bubblin till it filters up

i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up

blow this building up, i've concealed enough

my cup run'ith over i've done and 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'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush

you dont feel it then it must be to real to touch

Bill the dutch, i'm about to tear shit up

goosebumps, yeah i'ma make your hair sit up

yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be

i'ma make you hate me cause you aint me

you aint, it aint to late to finally see

what you close minded fucks were to blind to see

whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee

out this world and aint no one out their 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, 1, 2, then half past 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

cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped

but wait here comes something

nope, its not good enough, scribble it out

new pad, crinkle it up and throw that shit out

i'm fizzling now thought I had 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

sign that i'll 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 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 'em tense

they hate me, see me and shake like a chain linked fence

by the looks of 'em you would swear jaws was commin'

by the scream of 'em you would swear i'm sawing someone

by the way they running you would swear the law was commin

its now or never and tonight it's 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'll be back baby I just gotta beat this clock

fuck this clock, i'ma make 'em 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 nitch, 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 run...