Spittin' In The Mic

My mind is out of control

No man could ever help me

Why do I go through so much trouble

In this wicked world that's empty

By the time

I see the sky

I need to get high

Damn sometimes

I wonder if I should open my wrists

Blow the world a kiss

Just go to sleep

Would that make me a bitch

Would that make me a punk

Now that you understand after all this junk

Should I put the 380 in my mouth

Or should I put the 380 in your mouth

I always thought my uzi weighed a ton

My uzi is my mind

But I only got half a clip left

Cause I've been drinking myself to death

I sing a song of madness

Under sweet or bad times

Bad rhymes

One day this old Oklahoma cracker told me

Dave, a little bit of give a shit goes a long, long, long way

Now I'll tell you all ladies and gentlemen

I hated this motherfucker

But that's like the greatest single piece of advice I've ever gotten in my whole damn life

26 years old

Not a pot piss in

Not a leg to stand on

All I got are my rhymes

And the time when I'm spitting into a microphone

OK let's call this one incident at 62nd place