I'm hollow to the core, yeah my bones are empty
No marrow, no mass, but heart I got plenty
Though no blood flows through these veins, somethin' is in me
Lyndon, Jimmy, Dolores, Jerry and Uncle Ricky
My whole family tree 'bout as normal as me
Everybody got they own story of what's supposed to be
And what could've been, what should've been
Should've been let on to the fact that I'm destined to never win
How come every record I'm on ends up in the 99 cent bin?
Pick it up if you need something to wipe while you're shittin'
Can't pipe down, more rappers need rippin'
I'll never be like Mike or even Scottie Pippen
Goofy A&R tell me the elements are missin'
Chippin' in his two cents, listen, nothin' is smitten
Sittin' on leavin' more brisk than Lipton
Nipped in the bud, how come your bomb record was a dud?

I should reap what I sow
My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe
On the contrary this a new all-time low
This is a new all-time low
I should reap what I sow
My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe
On the contrary this a new all-time low
On second thought I get another chance tomorrow