Manic Depressive lyrics

[Verse 1: Cyco]
I'm wakin' up every morning to the same old sh*t
Landlord straight b*tchin' for a n*gga to pay the rent
My wife left me two years ago
Now I got a thinkin' problem (Thinkin' problem)
Amplified by a drinking problem (Drinking problem)
My family turned they backs on me, they wouldn't help
Had a psychiatrist but that mothaf*cka couldn't help (Couldn't help)
sh*t, the pressure's setting in and it got me
Damn, I wish my wife woulda shot me (Shot me)
And take me out of my misery
But yo f*ck it! How I got to this point, it ain't a mystery (Mystery)
It started long ago when I wouldn't smile
Tell me how you gonna make an abused child smile?
Watchin' my mom get beat for Nathen
I know I'm next so I sit in the bed just waitin' (Bed just waitin')
For pops to come in and started swingin'
Drunk as a mothaf*ckin' skunk yellin' and screamin':
"Boy! Didn't I tell yo ass to stay out of my business?
Now get yo monkey ass to sleep!"
This type of sh*t went on for more than three weeks
Moms got beat while I got black eyes and bruised cheeks (Bruised cheeks)
I'd lose sleep tryna think of a way to make it stop
My only solution: I had to kill pops (Kill pops)
My opportunity came and I felt great
Pops left the house and forgot to grab his .38
Tonight was the night for me to make this sh*t cease
Grabbed the piece cause after tonight there would finally be peace
He came home that night drunk as f*ck
Lookin' like he had been hit by a Mack-truck (Mack-truck)
I felt a bit nervous and a little scared
But I had to put .38 to his head
He turned and said:
"You don't even got the guts, n*gga!"
I said: "I love you daddy!"
And then I pulled the trigga
His body just fell, I know he's dead
I dropped the gun, then I kissed him on the forehead (On the forehead)
My mother started screamin' and goin' mad (Ahh, why'd you shoot him!)
I thought she'd be, glad but I was wrong my mom was sad
Police came and I ended up arrested
This was the genesis of a manic depressive (Depressive, depressive, depressive)
[Verse 2: Cyco]
Now gettin' back to the present situation
Damn, I'm late for work and my boss is a f*ckin' j*rk
See, I'm a cook at this little tiny whole in the wall
You may not heard of it, it's called the Burger Pit (Burger Pit)
And when I step in it's the same sh*t every night
Bustin' my ass for five-fifty an hour ain't right
f*ckin' waitress all she does is b*tch
Then she went off on my ass
Cause I sort of f*cked up an order
Hell! I knew it was my fault but why she sweat me
Talkin' that punk sh*t, tellin' me why my wife left me (Wife left me)
She knew she strike a nerve when my eyes showed redness
I stepped to the b*tch and said this:

[Interlude: Cyco, Female Coworker & Boss]
"Look, b*tch! You better get the f*ck out of my goddamn grill before I slap you to the mothaf*ckin' floor, b*tch!
What the f*ck you're talkin' about?"
b*tch, who you calling a b*tch you bald-headed motherf*cker. You ain't slapping no motherf*cking body
Awe sh*t, I knew she'd run and tell my boss
Now he's walkin' over lookin' p*ssed and talkin' sh*t:
"Look here, Drew! You come into work every day late! You're drunk! I can't take this no more! You cost me money! You fired!"

[Verse 3: Cyco]
f*ck! I guess this ain't my day
Just got fired, no check, and it's Friday (It's a Friday)
Now what the hell I'm gonna do about the f*ckin' rent? (f*ckin' rent)
I'm late now and I don't have a f*ckin' cent (f*ckin' cent)
So I went back to my apartment
What did I notice taped to my door?
An eviction notice, I just looked in disgust as I crumbled it up
Opened and slammed the door madder than a motherf*cker (Motherf*cker)
I started feelin' like I didn't wanna live
Started grabbin' and throwin' sh*t
Tearin' up my f*ckin' crib, screamin': "Why me?"
I feel I'm been crucified (Crucified)
Contemplating the thought of commitin' suicide (Suicide)
I grabbed the razor-blade as you would figure
A little voice in my head said: "Do it, n*gga!"
Right about then I snapped, then it hit me
If I'm gonna go, I'm takin' a couple people with me (People with me)
So I wrote a letter to the cops and it said:
"By the time you read this I'll already be dead
I can't take this sh*t no more, in fact. Now it's time for me to get a little payback (Yeah, payback)"
I sat around my guns with the black handles
With the grip on a fifth of Jack Daniels (Jack Daniels)
Put on my armor for tease and took a quick shot
I think I'll make the landlord my first stop (First stop)
Calmly walked down the hallway to settle the score
c*cked the hammer to the nine and knocked on the door:
"So, it's you! You got my money? sh*t, where's the rent at?"
"Hahahahaha!"
"What's so funny?"
"This is so funny, mothaf*cka!"
[Gunshots]
That's what he gets, now he's better off
I drove over to the mailbox to mail the f*ckin' letter off (Letter off)
Hopped back in my truck and drove up the street
The end is near and my mission's almost complete
There it is, so I stopped and grabbed my sh*t (Grabbed my sh*t)
Got out the truck, stepped into the burger pit:
[Outro: Cyco]
"Hey! What you doin' here? You...I fire you!
What you comin' back here for? Get out of my restaurant..."
[Gunshots, screamin']
"f*ck all y'all! Yeah, f*ck you!"
[Gunshots, screamin']
"Yeah, take this motherf*cker, yeah! You two shut up, b*tch! Yeah, f*ck you n*gga! Yeah, f*ck you! Yeah, f*ck yeah, yeah!"
[Gunshots, screamin']
"Oh, you want some too, yeah! Take this motherf*cker, yeah! All y'all motherf*ckers dying tonight, haha! Yeah, take this b*tch. Ha, yeah!"
[Multiple gunshots]
"Yeah, f*ck that sh*t, everybody dies! Get your motherf*cking ass up, you can't hide little motherf*cker! Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's time to end this sh*t! Yeah, life is a mothaf*ckin' b*tch, ain't it?"
[Gunshot]
"Oh sh*t! That mothaf*cka done shot himself........"