LyricsRun Rabbit Run

Eminem

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Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like I′m surrounded by a wall of bricks Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits My life's like one great big ball of shit! If I could just put it all into all I spit Instead of always trying swallow it Instead of starin′ at this wall and shit While I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit Can't call it shit! All I know is I′m about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of Mom′s alcoholic fits This is it, last straw That's all, that′s it I ain't dealin′ with another fuckin' politic I′m like a skillet bubblin', until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin′ up Blow this building up, I′ve been sealed enough My cup runneth over, I done filled it up The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts! You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well, Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush If you don′t feel it, then it must be too real to touch Build the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, Yeah Imma make your hair sit up, Yeah sit up Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cause you ain′t me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see What you close-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder′s fee Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need′s a line, but Sometimes I don′t always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes It′s just sometimes it's always me How dark can these hallways be The clock strikes midnight 1, 2, then half past 3 This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece of paper I′m desperate at my desk If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing Fuck, I′m stumped, Oh, Wait, Here comes something, nope! It's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw this shit out I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out Ball′s in my court but I′m scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave To this Trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave Real enough to rile you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it Any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith ain′t a quitter Imma sit here till I get enough of me to finally hit a fucking boiling point Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed An MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, they hate me See me and shake like a chain-link fence By the looks of ′em you would swear that Jaws was coming By the screams of 'em you would swear I′m sawing someone By the way they runnin', you would swear the law was coming It's now or never, and tonight it′s all or nothing Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, He said he′d be back He pinky promised, I don't think he′s honest I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch Don′t believe me Watch! Imma win this race And Imma come back and rub my shit in your face, Bitch! I found my niche, You gon' hear my voice ′Til you're SICK of it, you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream ′til I have half a lung If I have half a chance, I′ll grab it, Rabbit Run!

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