[Intro: Joe Budden]
Whoo! (Uhh, welcome) Ohhh!
I'd like to welcome e'rybody, welcome e'rybody (yo y-yo yo yo)

To the muh'$#&@in Padded Room (yo, y-yo, yo)

[Joe Budden]

How many ^!$$%z fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young ^!$$%, it's a heaven for a G
I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death

My ^!$$%, we the last ones left (l-look) l-look (l-look)
I said - how many ^!$$%z fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young ^!$$%, it's a heaven for

I'd be a liar if I told you that I never
thought of death (l-look look)
My ^!$$%, we the last ones left; but life goes on


And I ain't gon' stop 'til a ^!$$% see blood on the wall!


L-look, look, look, look
Maybe it started with the rims on the whip
Uh, I lost the Hummer, push the Benz through the strip

But I'll swim with the fish before I lend ^!$$%z %#@!
Cause personally, they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit
that's why, sometimes I think the end's comin quick

My old $$# father shot twins out his dick
So, if they so happen to come out without a older brother
Won't be alone cause comin up at least they'll have each other

At least they'll one another cause life's a muh'$#&@er
But while I'm here my only job is not to see 'em suffer
Through dope boys, shootouts, stick-ups and undercovers

The world is full of suckers but don't worry, I'm your buffer
Buffer, like I shoulda been for BJ
Well he never listened to nothin we say

(It was) half past 12, midnight on a weekday
Not even 20 hours past his release date, we stay
This ^!$$% hit him up four times, one kick the heart

And that kicked my heart
Call his pops, ^!$$%z pick the phone up
So he can come find his son lyin in his own (blood) blood

On the block that we ran through
House we grew up in, corner we would post on
Shot dead in front of ^!$$%z we would be with

But how the $#&@ nobody see %#@!? (^!$$%)
it's on there to be a brother to his brother lucky
Cause in the belly of the beast I know this %#@! get ugly

Get on my knees and have a convo with the Lord above me
Maybe sometimes I hear him wrong, I think he sayin "$#&@ me"
Only he could judge me, care less what they thinkin of me

Cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever love me (love me)
I write "I only fear Joe" in blood
Smeared slow on my brain by my earlobe (earlobe)


And I ain't gon' stop 'til a ^!$$% see blood on the wall!


Y-yo, yo, yo
All I tried do is raise the bar
See my, weeks is scabbed up, days are scarred

Still I love to see a muh'$#&@er hate from far
More they talk 'bout me the more I pray for y'all
I mean, I don't get how Prodigy gon' acknowledge me

When the ^!$$% 'bout as big as an apostrophe (ohh!)
For him to possibly think that he is hot as me
is far from a prophecy, it's more like a mockery

Used to be hip-hop to me, 'fore you bombarded me
with everything $$# like side of me has gotta be drugs
Four-fifths and snubs, what's that about?

^!$$% you can't lift the guns that you rappin 'bout
But real talk, I can't front on your old %#@!
Now you just old as %#@!! Not old and sick

'Stead of holdin my dick, here's a better way (dawg)
Never mind me, worry about your Medicaid
... %#@!'s so unfair

^!$$% beats carried your $$# most of your career
Wanna blog, here's a reason - I !#@*S "Murda Music"
Anybody ever dissed this ^!$$% is still breathin

Jay-Z, Saigon, Nas already peeled him
2Pac, he ain't alive but you ain't kill him
50 signs the bum only cause where he was from
Put his stamp on a ^!$$% and still nobody feels him
Not a murderer, a gangsta, robber

Washed up 90's ^!$$%, now a gangsta blogger
Me that, underground flow strike like the pound blow
Your sound's old, not even worth a download
I would have ^!$$%z hunt you like a hound's nose
Problem is you #~!!@, the whole town knows

So why let the body count grow
for some fiend-out ^!$$% now starrin in a clown show (clown show)

And I ain't gon' stop 'til a ^!$$% see blood on the wall!