Mural Remix

[SpecialK]

 

This is how my day went. I woke up around 8:10 /

 

 

 

n the am, then I just fuckin layed n /

 

 

 

bed like fuck work. I h8 it, and just fuckin stayed n. /

 

 

 

I didn't give 2 shit's about b n able 2 pay rent. /

 

 

 

Cuz I wuz just stay n n a Day's Inn, /

 

 

 

and it's a fuckin Friday, so it only made sense. /

 

 

 

Especially w me feel n like I felt, /

 

 

 

so I put on a porno flick around like 9:12, /

 

 

 

and stroked my dick, Til' I woke up my bitch,

 

 

 

she saw wat I wuz do n, and asked if I'd like help, /

 

 

 

I looked at her, then I slapped her while I yelled /

 

 

 

"No! I wanna watch porn, and jack off by myself!!!" /

 

 

 

I went way 2 far tho as I watched her rite I swell, /

 

 

 

and I felt it wuz time I find help once she had got n her car, and left. /

 

 

 

Til' I saw I had a crack rock, and a shard of meth. /

 

 

 

Still left from last nite, /

 

 

 

On the counter top look n like a stalagmite, /

 

 

 

so I took it, and put it n a glass pipe, /

 

 

 

then I lit it while it twisted, and hit it /

 

 

 

w big hit after big hit. Til' it wuz finished. /

 

 

 

After that I smoked sum fuckin crack 2 tweak. /

 

 

 

4 3 minute's, then I went back 2 sleep. /

 

 

 

I woke up at 3, checked my phone, and saw a text, and a missed call n my call log. /

 

 

 

That showed at 2 o' clock while I wuz fuckin saw n log's my boss called, /

 

 

 

and sent a text say n, "this is ur 3rd absentee in just a lil' over half a week." /

 

 

 

Out of fear of b n unemployed, and ostracized /

 

 

 

I texted my boss. Dustin Boyd, and apologized. /

 

 

 

I told em', "1st thang. This morn n when I backed out my drive way. /

 

 

 

My truck died, but c' mon man. It's Friday." /

 

 

 

He said, "regardless. It's a work day, /

 

 

 

and dude c'mon man. Did u pass 1st grade? /

 

 

 

Cuz it's not Friday. It's Thursday. " /

 

 

 

I said, "damn man. Honestly, like 4 real I didn't kno", /

 

 

 

then he let me go, so I hit up the liquor sto', /

 

 

 

and if u wanna kno how I ended my day, then

 

 

 

go 2 the comment's, and click on the pic b low. /

 

[BMak]

 

 

I can kind of relate.

 

 

 

Lately alot shit been put on my plate.

 

 

 

My mouth's a toilet bowl i flush shit down like cards with a "straight."

 

 

 

I aint even spiting harder than drake.

 

 

 

But my rihanna been my love and motivation for cake by the pound featuring Jay.

 

 

 

Ayo K my truck's due for a starter.

 

 

 

Been riding the metro saving money each day.

 

 

 

The wait is crucial and harder.

 

 

 

Im postal now the reason rappers get paid.

 

 

 

My masterbation hand carries the checks.

 

 

 

Your bills the other delayed.

 

 

 

Sorry iight your lights out left in the dark.

 

 

 

A lousy worker purposely on my break.

 

 

 

My quota's dropped the mail mark.

 

 

 

Watch it before your puppies get pepper sprayed.

 

 

 

A pit bull puppy not just  locked up on me.

 

 

 

It Fuckin scarred me for days.

 

 

 

So why wouldnt i hold a grudge til today.

 

 

 

The only reason i havent quit cuz its easy.

 

 

 

Not to mention the pay.

 

 

 

Better than being in telesales anyday.

 

 

 

The only thing i miss is reg plus commission.

 

 

 

Other than that shit was gay.