Ah yeah, Yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people
That have real nice lives

That have now idea what's it like to be broke as fuck
I feel like I'm waliking a tight rope
Without a circus net
I'm popping percuset

I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect
But I'm working sweat for this worthless cheque
Bout to burst this tec, for somebody to reverse this debt

Minimum wage got my idrenaling cave
Pull the venom in rage
Ecspecially when I'm engaged
And my daughters down to her last dipper

That's got my ass hiper
I prayed to god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
Watching bollocks well they crossing and pathfinders
These overnight stars become autograph signers

We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
Well Player Haters turn a bitch like they have vagina's
'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us

Money will brainwash and leave your ass minus
Snakes sliver up the grass spine less

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That's Rock Bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's Rock Bottom
When you want somthing bad enough you'll steal
That's Rock Botoom
When you feel you have had it up to hear
'Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear [Repeat: x2]

My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I'm hopin' things will look up
But there ain't no job openings

I feel discouraged hungry and malnutrition'd
Liven in this house with no furness, un-furnished
I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
Tired of being hired and fired on the same day

But Fuck it, you know the rules to the game, play
'Cause when we die we know were all going the same way
Its cool to be player, but it sucks to be the man
'Cause all you need is bucks to be the man

Hustle up steerts are damn
Too comfortable and roomy in the six
They threw me in the mix
God these loony loony lunatics

Walk around impressed
And smoke a pound of sets a day
And yesterday we'll buy some phreakersem's like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play

Life half my life throw the rest away

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There's people that love me and people that hate me
But its the evil that made me this backstabber MC called Slim Shady
I want the money, the woeman, the fortune, the fame
Means I ain't burning in hell scorching in flames

Means I m stealing your cheque book and forging your name
Like times lives for eternal torture and pain
'Cause right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems and now everbody on my block's got 'em

I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your door got two locks on 'em
My daughters feet ain't got no shoe's or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rock's on 'em

When you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new whatch you want 'em?
'Cause I never went gold of one song
I'm running up on someones mum with guns drawn

[Chorus]

Writer : BASS/BASS/MATHERS
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC