I know, I know. These old timers don't understand the thug life we live in. I got another one for ya, can you guess right twice in a row? -g
So chic, tell us what's going on in your world?
It's f*cked up I'm looking at myself in the mirror
I'm seeing something scary, it's blury, make it clearer
I've got a funny feeling that today will be the day
that someone tries to blow my mothaf*ckin' ass away
I did some wrong in my time of dieing but...
I never felt the need to make the final cut
I've been depressed for no reason
But every problem has a reason
I'm kinda having trouble breathing
Somebody help me, hear my breath my battle cry
My psychic told me it's going to be hard for chic to die
She told a lie, I think I ought to sew the b*tch
I've got my pistol thinkin' if I should shoot the sh*t
Click... bang... I jammed it
I slammed it... Oh sh*t god dammit
I'm having a f*cked up day to begin with
I lost bunch of poots and then this?
My homies seem to think I get to high
I'm doing fine, now pass me the fermaldihide
The only thing that seems to help me cope
Is when I'm drunker than a mothaf*cka puffin' on some potent smoke
And then I'm able to deal with the woes
The friends, the bears, the bulls, the foes
I've got a gang of bears and none of them I'll f*ck
I've got a gang of Clowns and none of them I'll trust
Trust a Clown, no, uh uh, never
I'm having enough trouble keeping my damn self together
They've got me by the balls
So please, help me, break these muthaf*ckin'....
.... these mothaf*ckin' walls!
Funny how ya change a word or two and it's oh so appropriate. -g |
