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
