So brad tell me whats going on in your world

Its f**ked up Im looking at myself in the mirror

Im seein something scary its slowly coming clearer

I had a funny feeling that today will be the day

That someone tries to blow my motherf**king ass away but hey

Im running out of time to be blunt

I never had the nuts to make the motherf**king final cut

Ive been depressed for no f**king reason

But every problems got a reason Im 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 b***h

I got my pistol thinking if I should shoot the shit

Click bang I jammed it I slammed it

Aw shit goddammit

Im havin a f**ked day to begin with

I lost a b***h a bird and then this

My homies tend to think I get too high

Im doing fine now pass me the formaldahyde

The only thing that seems to help me cope

Is when Im drunker than a motherf**ker puffin on the chronic smoke

And then Im able to deal with the woes

The friends the foes the bitches the hoes

I gotta gang of niggers but none of them Id f**k

I gotta gang of bitches but none of them Id trust

Trust a b***h nope uh-uh never

Im havin too much trouble tryin to keep my damn self together

They got me by the balls

So please help me break these motherf**king

These motherf**king walls