Rabbit run Eminem

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 sh*t

If I could just, put it all into all I spit
Instead of always tryin' to swallow it
Instead of starin' at this wall and sh*t
While I sit writer's block, sick of all this sh*t

Can't call it, sh*t
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 concealed 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 I'mma show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch

Peel the dutch, I'm about to tear sh*t up
Goosebumps yea, I'mma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'mma tell you who I be
I'mma make you hate me, cause you ain't me

You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you closed-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 there 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 feelin' at that time

Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes
It's just sometimes, it's always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half past three

This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
I'm desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again
Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin'

Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the sh*t out
I'm fizzlin' now, 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
I'm a switch hitter b*tch, Jimmy Smith's ain't a quitter
I'mma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a

Fuckin' boilin' point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence

By the looks of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin'
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin' someone
By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was comin'
It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin'

Momma Jimmy keeps leavin' 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
F*ck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch

Don't believe me watch, I'mma win this race
And I'mma come back and rub my sh*t in your face, bitch
I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice

'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I had half a chance I'd grab it
Rabbit run

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