[Verse 1: Cyco]
I'm wakin' up every morning to the same old shit
Landlord straight bitchin' for a n***a to pay the rent
My wife left me two years ago
Now I got a thinkin' problem (Thinkin' problem)
Amplified by a drinking problem (Drinking problem)
My family turned they backs on me, they wouldn't help
Had a psychiatrist but that mothafucka couldn't help (Couldn't help)
Shit, the pressure's setting in and it got me
Damn, I wish my wife woulda shot me (Shot me)
And take me out of my misery
But yo fuck it! How I got to this point, it ain't a mystery (Mystery)
It started long ago when I wouldn't smile
Tell me how you gonna make an abused child smile?
Watchin' my mom get beat for Nathen
I know I'm next so I sit in the bed just waitin' (Bed just waitin')
For pops to come in and started swingin'
Drunk as a mothafuckin' skunk yellin' and screamin':
"Boy! Didn't I tell yo ass to stay out of my business?
Now get yo monkey ass to sleep!"
This type of shit went on for more than three weeks
Moms got beat while I got black eyes and bruised cheeks (Bruised cheeks)
I'd lose sleep tryna think of a way to make it stop
My only solution: I had to kill pops (Kill pops)
My opportunity came and I felt great
Pops left the house and forgot to grab his .38
Tonight was the night for me to make this shit cease
Grabbed the piece cause after tonight there would finally be peace
He came home that night drunk as fuck
Lookin' like he had been hit by a Mack-truck (Mack-truck)
I felt a bit nervous and a little scared
But I had to put .38 to his head
He turned and said:
"You don't even got the guts, n***a!"
I said: "I love you daddy!"
And then I pulled the trigga
His body just fell, I know he's dead
I dropped the gun, then I kissed him on the forehead (On the forehead)
My mother started screamin' and goin' mad (Ahh, why'd you shoot him!)
I thought she'd be, glad but I was wrong my mom was sad
Police came and I ended up arrested
This was the genesis of a manic depressive (Depressive, depressive, depressive)
[Verse 2: Cyco]
Now gettin' back to the present situation
Damn, I'm late for work and my boss is a fuckin' jerk
See, I'm a cook at this little tiny whole in the wall
You may not heard of it, it's called the Burger Pit (Burger Pit)
And when I step in it's the same shit every night
Bustin' my ass for five-fifty an hour ain't right
Fuckin' waitress all she does is bitch
Then she went off on my ass
Cause I sort of fucked up an order
Hell! I knew it was my fault but why she sweat me
Talkin' that punk shit, tellin' me why my wife left me (Wife left me)
She knew she strike a nerve when my eyes showed redness
I stepped to the bitch and said this:

[Interlude: Cyco, Female Coworker & Boss]
"Look, bitch! You better get the fuck out of my goddamn grill before I slap you to the mothafuckin' floor, bitch!
What the fuck you're talkin' about?"
Bitch, who you calling a bitch you bald-headed motherfucker. You ain't slapping no motherfucking body
Awe shit, I knew she'd run and tell my boss
Now he's walkin' over lookin' pissed and talkin' shit:
"Look here, Drew! You come into work every day late! You're drunk! I can't take this no more! You cost me money! You fired!"

[Verse 3: Cyco]
Fuck! I guess this ain't my day
Just got fired, no check, and it's Friday (It's a Friday)
Now what the hell I'm gonna do about the fuckin' rent? (Fuckin' rent)
I'm late now and I don't have a fuckin' cent (Fuckin' cent)
So I went back to my apartment
What did I notice taped to my door?
An eviction notice, I just looked in disgust as I crumbled it up
Opened and slammed the door madder than a motherfucker (Motherfucker)
I started feelin' like I didn't wanna live
Started grabbin' and throwin' shit
Tearin' up my fuckin' crib, screamin': "Why me?"
I feel I'm been crucified (Crucified)
Contemplating the thought of commitin' suicide (Suicide)
I grabbed the razor-blade as you would figure
A little voice in my head said: "Do it, n***a!"
Right about then I snapped, then it hit me
If I'm gonna go, I'm takin' a couple people with me (People with me)
So I wrote a letter to the cops and it said:
"By the time you read this I'll already be dead
I can't take this shit no more, in fact. Now it's time for me to get a little payback (Yeah, payback)"
I sat around my guns with the black handles
With the grip on a fifth of Jack Daniels (Jack Daniels)
Put on my armor for tease and took a quick shot
I think I'll make the landlord my first stop (First stop)
Calmly walked down the hallway to settle the score
Cocked the hammer to the nine and knocked on the door:
"So, it's you! You got my money? Shit, where's the rent at?"
"Hahahahaha!"
"What's so funny?"
"This is so funny, mothafucka!"
[Gunshots]
That's what he gets, now he's better off
I drove over to the mailbox to mail the fuckin' letter off (Letter off)
Hopped back in my truck and drove up the street
The end is near and my mission's almost complete
There it is, so I stopped and grabbed my shit (Grabbed my shit)
Got out the truck, stepped into the burger pit:
[Outro: Cyco]
"Hey! What you doin' here? You...I fire you!
What you comin' back here for? Get out of my restaurant..."
[Gunshots, screamin']
"Fuck all y'all! Yeah, fuck you!"
[Gunshots, screamin']
"Yeah, take this motherfucker, yeah! You two shut up, bitch! Yeah, fuck you n***a! Yeah, fuck you! Yeah, fuck yeah, yeah!"
[Gunshots, screamin']
"Oh, you want some too, yeah! Take this motherfucker, yeah! All y'all motherfuckers dying tonight, haha! Yeah, take this bitch. Ha, yeah!"
[Multiple gunshots]
"Yeah, fuck that shit, everybody dies! Get your motherfucking ass up, you can't hide little motherfucker! Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's time to end this shit! Yeah, life is a mothafuckin' bitch, ain't it?"
[Gunshot]
"Oh shit! That mothafucka done shot himself........"