| I think I’m gonna snap one of these days
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| One of these days, I’ma snap into a rage, in half
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| I think I’m gonna snap somebody, for real
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| I feel I gotta slap somebody
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| And I don’t know, if I’m losin my patience
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| Or the world’s gettin more difficult than it was before
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| But people seem dumber, prices are higher
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| My wallet got thin and now the straights are dire
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| And it’s all really startin to get to me
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| I feel like one ingredient inside the recipe
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| And the rest of me, is fallin off to the bone
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| Like leprosy, everything starts to pester me
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| So I hide behind stacks of bills
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| And the cracked windshield of my automobile
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| That’s why everything gets more distorted than it seems
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| My girl tellin me that I’m havin hoop dreams
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| Now we’re arguin again (damn) I take a hit
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| And turn the volume up to ten and run with no direction
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| And only hopes of an escape
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| But it’s like runnin in circles on a twelve inch plate
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| They say, to be insane is when you do the same
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| And get the same results and still do it again
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| They say, to be insane is when you do the same
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| And get the same results, check it, check check it out
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| Turned on my VCR, same one I had for years
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| Turned on my stereo the static hurts my ears
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| I sit in my old car, same one I had for years
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| Battery’s been runnin down for years and years and years
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| Yo, I’m sick of bein confused and always gettin my hopes up
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| Spin the barrel twice and put it back in my holster
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| Diamond in my confidence watch three (?) as
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| I’m blockin in my passion for rappin it’s all provacative
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| This is how it is if you hate havin jobs
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| If you wait then you strong if you fake then you gone
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| The fiasco of cash flow, makin me laugh
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| So I throw on my costume while swingin my lasso
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| Steak for the butcher shop, weightin to slay
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| A nice meal 'til they cookin raw paper mache
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| So last but not peace I dropped a few lines
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| In the book of thought ingredients passin through time
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| Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit
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| If you can’t deal, with, it
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| Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit
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| If you can’t deal, with, it
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| It’s been a long time since my brain felt peace
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| It’s this and it’s that but not me
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| Or is it, all the think to thought makes me (?)
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| With my fingernails with no guilt makes a visit
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| I wish I was ten years old again (why?)
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| Cause back then I wasn’t so picky about my friends
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| Plus I’d rather worry about which toy I want next
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| Than havin to worry about my rent check
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| See man, don’t you understand?
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| You have to beat the system, before you make demands
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| And that’s all fine and dandy for the time being
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| But I’m sick of payin bills with money I’m never seein (help!)
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| Damn computer screen makes my eyes hurt
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| I hate givin up my time, that’s why I’m always late for work
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| At least fifteen minutes (hurry up)
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| Cause I need the snooze bar the way Popeye needs his spinach
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| I hate when the little things become big things
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| And the big things become bigger things
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| That’s when I simply shut my eyes, and cover my ears
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| Same thing I’ve done for years
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| Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit
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| If you can’t deal, with, it
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| Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit
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| If you can’t deal, with, it |