Example - A Pointless Song lyrics

[Hook] Yo, I wrote a pointless song, it's all gone wrong I'm running out of lyrics, yo, I ain't got long My brain's gone empty and I'm all dried up I can't rhyme nothing, please wake me up A pointless song, it's all gone wrong Yo, I'm running out of lyrics and I ain't got long I can't do sh** and I feel quite rank My mind's gone blank, was it something I drank? [Verse 1] As my eyelids flicker and my bottom lip dribbles In the middle of this darkness, my book went scribbles The riddles of this lyricist, think-tank, pessimist Word specialist but now I don't give a sh** Tired of these egos bluffing, fed up with the girls I was stuffing And nothing is the point of this verse that I'm huffing I'm puffing on my cigar Chatting sh** now, but I once was on a par with the rest And the best of the best, yo, it's not that I'm blessed But today I got a harsh request I was asked by a man possessed by the drum And the hum of the ba**line makes me for fun "Example, I've booked us some studio time You've got just a few hours to come up with a rhyme" A whole f**ing song with no inspiration Complication is an understatement, mate [Hook] [Verse 2] I used to have a talent for this rapping And something could've happened, but now it's just the family clapping And my friends don't give a sh**, not even a little bit Don't listen when I spit, it's time to quit And it's not to impress or confess to you As I speak, I attempt to depress you, fool Bring stress to your ears as I stretch the rules React how you want, I can take the balls This song in particular ain't going very far Entertain ya? Nah, f** being popular Riddims may as well go "blah, blah, blah" I can't be creative, yo, and still be a recognised star Never thought it would come to this I'm on the textual equivalent of slitting my wrist In the order of life, I'm at the bottom of the list And my ink's running out now, I won't be missed [Hook] [Verse 3] I admit, I wrote a pointless chat for a pointless track Though whatever I spit, you punks already spat You got a point to prove? Well let me point to you And you can take my place and share your point of view Yo, whatever you've got, I once had I used to be good, I'm now bad, a pointless person Yo, it's so, so sad, see all my best rhymes ended up on your pad I'm not Jack the Lad And I'm glad, I can't be f**ed to write music In my world, I was given talent to lose it Poetical justice, you should never abuse it And never confuse it, or you're missing the point I approach every joint with a fresh outlook But on this pointless song, it was the piss I took Look, if I'm saying nothing, take my CD back I'm sorry, I'll be creative on the follow-up track