In an interview on strangemusicinc.com, Rittz admits that this is one of his most honest songs up to date.

“Basket Case” is definitely one of my favorites. “Basket Case” is like my most honest rap ever… Read More [Verse 1: Rittz]

Self, self-pity, self-self pity

Why the fuck is everybody else giddy?

I woke up and felt shitty

Matter fact I felt the same all week

Let down like my last album on the shelf sitting

And I think I might need help getting out of bed

Cause I'm here and I keep spinning out of thread

I'm my own worst critic and I gotta write a album

But I keep hating on myself, it's like I get obsessed

Cause I hate what I write, say something tight

I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna like

I don't got a lot of fans, I'm afraid that I might

Let 'em down if what I make don't relate to them right

If it don't, then they ain't gonna buy my record

And if my second doesn't sell better than the last

I'mma owe the record label cash

So it's hard to relax and write raps

I be losing concentration sometimes

I look at what they saying online

Somebody unfollowed me and call me out cause I ain't respond

I'm behind on my deadline and I got a home life

To juggle ain't no free-time

My manager clowning, "what you write another deep song?

What is it this time, your lady, your struggle trying to be some{thing}?"

Not in the mood to write a weed song

I take the beat and give myself a mental beat-down when I rap

[Chorus: Rittz]

I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a waste

Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

Staring at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away

But I'm always wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

[Verse 2]

I can't have conversation with rappers

I'm not an asshole to anyone unless I have a reason to be

But God forbid if they ever had a buzz or a name

Then they feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a feature for free

I try to network and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet

But I'm starting to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot

Would these motherfuckers do the same favor for me?

But, on the other hand, people think I'm all famous

I ain't half as paid as you think, when I tell 'em what the price is

To get me on a record they act like it's too expensive just to pay me a G

And I'm starting to feel guilty

Cause I'm known as the guy who never quit and never gave up his dreams

So a bunch of dudes tell me that I gave them motivation

Not to quit and they gon' try to do the same thing as me but

Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs

So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, but it's blatant to me

And I don't want to hurt their feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they making is tight

But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're wasting your life

And it's all my fault... damn

[Chorus: Rittz]

I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a waste

Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

Staring at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away

But I'm always wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

[Verse 3]

They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kind of immature, typing my thoughts online

Plus the fans that I got will probably hate me if they knew what type of shit that crossed my mind

Cause I hate rap

Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most part

Even though I rap fast, I don't like when people try to impress me with double-time

And they be swearing that they go so hard

They don't really even say shit

Anyone can rhyme, thinkin' and drinkin' and sinkin'

Inside my Lincoln and think it's dope, it ain't about the speed

You gotta make it make sense

And did I mention that I really hate fake fans?

I don't understand how one minute everyone could be on your dick and they say you hot

A year later the same fans steady be talkin' shit 'bout that rapper Actin' like they forgot

That's how the shit works

First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again

You gotta toughen your skin

This kind of shit hurts

This music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube

Saying that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw)

I don't rap like that, I don't hang around white boys who act like that

I done said too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad

At the world, even I don't really have my back when I rap it's like... damn

[Chorus: Rittz]

I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a waste

Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

Staring at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away

But I'm always wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case

(Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case