Sittin' up in this motherfucker drunk as hell,
got a gash in my arm that is beginning to swell.
Checking out this song that my homeboy wrote,
but now it's time to come back with Psycho's note.

Two hours ago, two fools I knew
tried to get down without a clue
of who they were trying to put down on his back,
so they came at me with a bunch of flack.

One stepped up and got put down,
one looked at the other and began to clown.
Here I am still laughing like crazy,
my arm shot, my eyes hazy.

Still not complaing though
because I was far from done,
reached into my house and whipped out the gun.

Came back out, saw the fear in their eye,
watched as they ran like hell, one starting to cry.
The end was near or so I thought, out came the cops
and I thought I was caught.
It wasn't a game that I was prepared to play,
so I kept quiet and had shit to say.

They looked at my arm and asked "What's the deal?",
looked 'em once in the eye and saw it was real.
Grabbed my arm and spat this rhyme,
so they took me away in cuffs to do my time.

When will the confusion ever end?
What happened to the rules that you can bend?
No choruses in the song, it's not part of my story,
I'd rather sit here in all my mother fuckin' glory,
bombin' three pointers like the Lakers' Robert Horry.

So, the end is near …
My baby is cryin'!
She's lookin' in my eyes …
I think I'm dyin'!
What am I to do? What will become of me?
The answers are out there for me to soon see!

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I'm not a hardcore rapper like a few of you guys I've seen, but I think I can put a few words together. What do you guys think?