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letra de end of the rope - bukshot

[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 d-mn lone
paranoid like a b-tch 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 k!lling 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 sh-t
praying out to god wishing that they dead
the stars worship h-ll 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 b-tches 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 pr-ne 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 h-ll 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

- bukshot

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