Fame:
Life's a bitch and I've been fuckin' her raw, don't feel bad for the whore,
I'm not the only one she sleeps wit, she be fuckin' us all,
Some more than others, Seems like she's in love wit your boy,
My dick is several inches, and this bitch be suckin'em all,
The brain is amazin' man her teeth don't touch nothin' at all,
She manages for the tip of her tongue to smother my balls,
I just treat like what she is, unbuckle bra,
Place my dick on her tits and thrust 'til my cum covers her jaw,
It's nothin' at all, to a nigga who doesn't give a fuck,
But she's obsessed wit me, ever since I told her give it up,
She says she's different from the rest, She's inescapable,
And our relationship is nearly unbreakable,
You see wit made a vow when we married way back at the start,
On the day you were born, and I told you 'til death do us part,
See I try to be at peace, but she just won't leave me alone,
She stalks me in the streets, and then sneaks inside of my home,
Now there's nothin' but all these suicidal thoughts in my dome,
Is my death really the only way for her to be gone?,
I can't be wit here, but death?, I don't wanna meet him either,
Fuck it, I made my appointment wit the Grim Reaper,
Was just about to end it, when she said "you ain't a quitter,"
Before a nigga knew it, I was right back wit her,
OK I'm back now, but look at where we at now,
Why the fuck would you bring me up just to pull me back down?...

Chorus:
(Fame) Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga,
Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, stalkin' a nigga,
Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga,
Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, stalkin' a nigga,
(Caliber) Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga,
Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, stalkin' a nigga,
Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga,
Life's a bitch and she's stalkin' a nigga, stalkin' a nigga,

Caliber:
Life's a bitch, what you gonna do?, it's sittin' right in front of you,
And even though it's yours, there ain't nothin' to control,
And it's eatin' at your soul, you think you knockin' on doors,
But the brick walls won't let you go farther than the hall,
They say when doors close windows open up, no one knows a fuck,
They're the ones usin' you to try to hold'em up,
How are we to fight, life's divorced covered wit plight,
Despite advances in life, this trife bitch wants everythin' in sight,
So what am I to do?,
I'm through wit life, not ready for death, and neither one will let me forget,
I haven't done shit, yet livin' wit regrets,
The peak of life, wit a knife holstered in my back,
I know she's hearin' this track, she's here in fact,
Hatin' every word written on this pad,
But I gotta let it out, Pointless therapy?, no doubt,
This is how my inner thoughts process and map it out...

Chorus