End of the Rope

[Intro]
Have you ever in your life felt like you had so many problems overloading your brain that you knew you were finally at the end of the rope
Ain't life a motherfucker
I'm the bad guy? Yeah

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Sitting in my room by my god damn lone
Paranoid like a bitch as I pick up the phone
Flat line, it's dead, I thought I sent the check
No money in the bank, I'm about to catch wreck
Cause the rent's past due
I'm in a bad mood
I'm hungry like a motherfucker but I got no food
My mind's playing tricks, I'm hearing evil sounds
I feel like Michaеl Douglas, my life is falling down
This pipe, grab the [chipе?], suicide don't tempt me
Tried to dump a slug up in my brain but it was empty
Look up in the mirror, I'm on another level
Every time I blink I see the motherfucking devil
In my sleep, in my dreams, in my nightmares too
I'm killing all my friends and feel déjà vu
What am I supposed to do?
Tell me how to cope in this game called life at the end of the rope

[Chorus: Bukshot]
I'm at the end of my rope
Life's fucked up and I can't cope
Get me a pen, write my note
Grab my shank and slice my throat
I'm at the end of my rope
Life goes on but I can't cope
Fuck this world, I got no hope
It ain't no joke at the end of the rope

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Walking down my block trying to watch my back
Looked at the street but the street was made of crack fiends on they knees trying to chip off a head
Motherfuckers face down try to smoke the shit
Praying out to God wishing that they dead
The stars worship Hell as the moon turns red
I see the sun crack and watch the sky rip
Acid rains down and the whole world trips
Cause the graveyards mourn and the dead escape
They're sent on a journey to ransack and rape
The neighborhood, even Mr. Rogers is going crazy
Pregnant bitches scream "an abortion is for babies"
I wanna jump head-first into a guillotine
If I was rich I'd do a drive-by out a limousine
Do it all I'm sick (sick)
I'm running out of hope (hope)
What the fuck can you do at the end of the rope?

[Chorus: Bukshot]
I'm at the end of my rope
Life's fucked up and I can't cope
Get me a pen, write my note
Grab my shank and slice my throat
I'm at the end of my rope
Life goes on but I can't cope
Fuck this world, I got no hope
It ain't no joke at the end of the rope

[Bridge]
Ain't life a motherfucker
I'm the bad guy? Yeah
Ain't life a motherfucker
I'm the bad guy? Yeah

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Took a trip to the doctor, he didn't look concerned (fuck you)
He said I'm at the stage of the point of no return
Diagnosed a madman prone to creep on any motherfucker to put they ass to sleep
I'm going nuts (why Buk?)
This doctor's trying to short me
Time to fuck around and do an E-40
Cause I feel like chopping this motherfucker up in shreds with a razor sharp guillotine
I'd go to Hell and play with the Devil, before I leave I think I'll take his life with a shiny pinta
My chamber, this is my domain where I snort pounds of pure uncut cocaine
Now watch the venom flow through my vein as I strain cause the poison went straight to my brain making me insane
I'm finna grab a Gat, load the clip, pull the trigger to make it rat-a-tat-tat up in my skull
Cause life ain't no motherfucking joke
I guess that's how it ends at the end of the rope

[Chorus: Bukshot]
I'm at the end of my rope
Life's fucked up and I can't cope
Get me a pen, write my note
Grab my shank and slice my throat
I'm at the end of my rope
Life goes on but I can't cope
Fuck this world, I got no hope
It ain't no joke at the end of the rope
I'm at the end of my rope
Life's fucked up and I can't cope
Get me a pen, write my note
Grab my shank and slice my throat
I'm at the end of my rope
Life goes on but I can't cope
Fuck this world, I got no hope
It ain't no joke at the end of the rope
I'm at the end of my rope
Life's fucked up and I can't cope
Get me a pen