All I do is sit courageous in my abandoned shitty home//
Tryin to relocate all the catz I’ve known, that are now deceased//
Damn, why can I just let them rest-in-piece, but for now infumez//
Are the least, of my troubles, I’m sick of tryin to work out lyrical puzzles//
Ridin with MC’s wearing muzzles, sick of girly pitiable tussles//
Picking up rappers fossils, that have, past their-expiry-date//
Tyrin to catch the fuckin bus, when I’m only two-minutes-late//
Fired-from-work, everyday, trouping through-filthy-muck//
Actin like I don’t give-a-fuck, I got a attitude problem like-donald-duck//
I battle to chance-my-luck, but underneath I’m just not cut out for it//
Sometimes I just wanna quit, only for my love would I take-a-hit//
Of lead, only way I’ll die, is to make my own demise bed, I was led//
Into believing that this was the way, gangsta’s, scum and drug dealers//
I hang wit every day, I leave you now in the words of Pimp C//
bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from//
back to front. I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz //