Jimmy got shot in the parking lot...
I'm a slow typer, a so-so writer
Been the shit ever since I was
From the cradle to the grave,
the Pampers to the Depends
Get enough love, got enough friends
But on a regular basis it's safe
And I didn't mean to ignore
I guess my mind was probably on my rent
Oh I got my mind on my tummy,
let me run it down the line
The factory is open, time card punched
Until lunch time it's crunch
Even if it hurts you, you gotta
wear the pain like a stain
Because there's more to game
than some dinner and fame
I'm that cat that used to sit
dope, whatever you want to call it
(Not back) An aspiring sociopathic al
(Ahh shit) Look at Slug still
Tryin to make the belly grow
Ay yo man, how you doing,
Just been makin it cool to rap
Not that hippie stuff I'm talkin 'bout
that bitch that gives you nuts
Did he say bitch? Yeah I'm sorry,
don't tell my baby's mommy
Speakin of baby, when done,
there'll be a crate full of albums
For my son to page through,
til they had some samples from Ant,
and faith in What the Fuck?
I said, still goin, still maintainin, still standing
in the land of snow and purple rain
And I'm still waitin for my
date to kiss me or slap me
Cause there ain't no way that I can be happy,
don't act like you don't know who I'm talking to
when you approached me like you know me
The cd I sold you, the secrets
On that world you vision,
through the layers of tears
The ones you choke and keep
hidden when the players are near
I watch you chase it with beer,
some frustration and fear
Try to figure out why the hell
Well I don't know either,
and I'm not ready to take a breather, neither
All I know is I'm still a believer
and let me do my job, come on
If you've got a lot of love to give,
but you don't know who to give it to
I'ma turn out the lights of the cigarette,
and write a song about you
And I'ma play this game, I just want to say
All I really want is for you
And hope to God I inspire
But don't you dare stop there