End Of The Rope Lyrics

[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 motherf*cker
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 motherf*cker 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 motherf*cking 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 f*cked 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
f*ck 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
Motherf*ckers 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 f*ck can you do at the end of the rope?
[Chorus: Bukshot]
I'm at the end of my rope
Life's f*cked 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
f*ck this world, I got no hope
It ain't no joke at the end of the rope

[Bridge]
Ain't life a motherf*cker
I'm the bad guy? Yeah
Ain't life a motherf*cker
I'm the bad guy? Yeah

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Took a trip to the doctor, he didn't look concerned (f*ck you)
He said I'm at the stage of the point of no return
Diagnosed a madman prone to creep on any motherf*cker to put they ass to sleep
I'm going nuts (why Buk?)
This doctor's trying to short me
Time to f*ck around and do an E-40
Cause I feel like chopping this motherf*cker 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 motherf*cking 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 f*cked 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
f*ck 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 f*cked 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
f*ck 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 f*cked up and I can't cope
Get me a pen