So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world?



[verse one:]



Its fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror

I'm seein' something scary, its slowly coming clearer

I had a funny feeling that today will be the day

that someone tries to blow my motherfucking ass away, but hey

I'm running out of time to be blunt

I never had the nuts to make the motherfucking final cut 

I've been depressed for no fucking reason

but every problem's got a reason; I'm kinda havin' trouble breathin'

somebody help me, hear my plead, my battle cry

my psychic told my that its gonna be hard for Brad to die 

she told a lie, I think I oughtta shank the bitch

I got my pistol, thinking if I should shoot the shit

click, bang, I jammed it, I slammed it

aw shit, goddammit

I'm havin' a fucked day to begin with

I lost a bitch, a bird, and then this

my homies tend to think I get too high

I'm doing fine, now pass me the formaldahyde

the only thing that seems to help me cope 

is when i'm drunker than a motherfucker puffin' on the chronic smoke

and then I'm able to deal with the woes

the friends, the foes, the bitches, the hoes

I gotta gang of niggers, but none of them I'd fuck 

I gotta gang of bitches, but none of them I'd trust 

trust a bitch, nope, uh-uh, never

I'm havin' too much trouble tryin' to keep my damn self together

they got me by the balls 

so please, help me break these motherfucking...

[pause]

these motherfucking walls



[verse two:]



I scream, there's no one there to hear me cry

I guess its hard to scream to motherfuckers when you scream inside

I see my future and its coming in in plain view

I blame myself, but mommy dear I blame you

cause the world was fucked from the first 

and havin' me only made the matters worse

now look at what they did to me

that's some fucked up shit for a kid to see

motherfuckin' dealin' after dealin', killin' after killin'

I'm tryin' to check a million

the world's going straight to fuckin satan 

a fucking shank's about to blow my fuckin' brain



[verse three:]



shit, damn I'm dead 

I'm finally through hearing all these voices in my head

somebody finally got me 

I'm looking at my self outside of my fucking body 

so now I'm standing face to face

Mr. Scarface, versus Mr. Scarface

we were two different people from the start 

one nigga's too smart the other too fucking hard

we both refused to be outsmarted 

dearly departed, the battle's already started

fuck it, its on, I duck, I weave, connect, oh shit, I'm struck 

caugt me with the peircing lead

and realized to myself I shot my own fucking self

damn, suicide is quicker

I try to break the wall the wall keeps getting thicker

I really start to miss my mother 

I try to climb the wall, its higher than a motherfucker

I wondering what that sound is 

I'm having major trouble trying to walk around it 

there ain't no getting up I'm trapped

I really should've dropped my motherfucking strap

cause when I think about it now 

I shouldn't have tried to climb the motherfucker

[pause]

I should've broke the motherfucker down