VERSE 1
(BIG MO-BERG)

I'm just sayin' though, this a bad day so zip your fuckin' lip, back away and give me space, yo,
I woke up, my girl was talkin' wreckless, tried to punch my lights out, had a domestic for breakfast,
I got dressed quick, tried to escape Satan's insane ragin', she went and broke my Playstation,
Straight hatin', fuck it though, I'm late for work, wit no shower and a fuckin' rip up in my shirt,
Shit I ain't even brush my teeth in this bitch, a cop pulls me over for a speedin' ticket,
And then I get a call, we evicted, landlord's sick and tired of three weeks of this shit,
I'm late for work and it's inevitable, my boss tells me that I'm fired and they lettin' me go,
Goddamnit man, I'm bout to explode with every bitter breath,
And now you ask me for a muthafuckin' cigarette?

HOOK
(DEMO)

It's been a long day and I'm irritated, so you don't wanna give me a reason to blow the fuck up, and shut shit down,
Really simple, it ain't complicated, and you don't wanna give me a reason, so back the fuck up, you better watch your mouth,

VERSE 2
(THAT MANIAC ZACK)

Woke up, hungover and broke, without a single hit of a cig or a roach to light up and smoke,
This headache's no joke, and I can't get it to go, plus my neighbor's unbearable, blarin' his stereo,
And I can't muffle the sound with a pillow, it's loud, and terrible with a pound,
I'm bout to wig the fuck out and hit him right in his mouth,
But I can't get off the couch without a push, so I doubt I'll make it up to his house,
I stumble up to the sink to get a cup to drink and slip in a puddle of rotten vomit that fuckin' stinks,
I've had it my luck is jinxed, goddamnit it, just when I think it couldn't get worse, I blink,
My only clean shirt's pink, and every time I wash it, it shrinks,
My only option it seems, plus these wrinkled, stained jeans, with rips on the knees,
And I forgot I got court at a quarter to three, I grab my coat and my keys,
But can't leave because my tank's on E,

HOOK
(DEMO)

It's been a long day and I'm irritated, so you don't wanna give me a reason to blow the fuck up, and shut shit down,
Really simple, it ain't complicated, and you don't wanna give me a reason, so back the fuck up, you better watch your mouth,

VERSE 3
(JARDIN)

Jesus fuck Mo, all I wanted was a square bro,
Scared of that glare, this kid is viscous as bears so,
I think it's time I oughta start grown' a pair, woah,
This bitch crashed my whip, Oldsmobile Alero,
Totaled, rolled it, good thing the shit was stolen,
Opportunity is golden, to visit my side dish, beat that feline still it's swollen,
Focused, oh shit, pulled up to her pad to find the door wide open,
Hear the vocals from the chorus, I'm thinkin' it's that guy from the North Pole's Chosen,
Few, feelin' manic, don't panic, call That Maniac Zack up to match up,
Some brew, a few blunts, add crazy ass bad luck, get back son, This mixture gets me fixin' to spit writtens, while the blunt I'm hittin' it harder than a mack truck,
Blacked out, thinkin' what the fuck I did last night?
Shittin' on the pot, fuck there ain't no ass wipe,

HOOK
(DEMO)

It's been a long day and I'm irritated, so you don't wanna give me a reason to blow the fuck up, and shut shit down,
Really simple, it ain't complicated, and you don't wanna give me a reason, so back the fuck up, you better watch your mouth,