im up in this booth about too pour out my muthafuckin heart and soul,believe me i got so many open wounds and scars up in this RAP,RAP,GAME,can somebody pass me some of them painkillers,too ease all my pains,im so sick and tired of all these cutthoarts& backstabber who say that they wanna see me win, but it seems just like they really,really,wanna see me down,cause everytime that i fuck around and step over A BIG ASS crack in the ground, another BIG ASS HOLE appear just like another stumblin block oh my GOD,oh my GOD,how many of these painkillers do i have too take too numb all my pains up in this dirty,dirty, cutthoart game,cause when it fuckin comes too all this fuckin money& BIG ASS FAME you should already know how this fuckin RAP,RAP,GAME,goes some of your closer BOYS will over night turned into your worstest eneimes,i guess over night jealiousy is sweeter then pussy and henessy mix with just enough of codine,too take away all this envy up in this here murder game,thats why i can't trust any of these bitches& some of these HO'S cause they will always say and do almost anything too keep you close so they can be with you,all the while they be waitin and workin with your eneimes too see & plan your down falls so can somebody please old please pass me so of them painkillers,some i can fuckin numb all this here pain and make all my troubles go away im so,so,sick and tired of always watch my back from all these haters& BIG,BIG,OPS in the game,who don't mean me no good,but always wanna see me dead,