Run Rabbit Run - Eminem

Verse 1:
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 in to all I spit,
'Stead I always try an' swallow it,
Instead of staring at this wall and sh_t,
While I sit writers 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' widdanother f_ckin' 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 buildin' up, I've concealed enough,
My cup run'ith over, I done filled it up

The pen explodes n' busts, ink spills my guts,
You'd think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
Well I'ma 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, yeah, I'ma make ya hair sit up,
Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell ya who I be,
I'ma make you hate me, 'cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see,
What you close minded f_cks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me's gonna get a finder's fee,
Out this world, ain't no one out they 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 ta rhyme,
To express how I'm really feelin' at that time,
Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, 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 a' paper,

I'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
Of this sh_t off my chest, again, stuck in this slump,
Can't think of nothing, f_ck I'm stumped,
But wait here comes something,

Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
Crinkle it up 'n throw that 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'll 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 ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here 'til I get enough,
For me to finally hit a f_ckin' boilin' point,
Put some oil in ya joints,
Flip the coin, b_tch, 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 that Jaws was comin',
By the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way they running you would swear the law was comin',
It's now or never and tonight it's 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 be back baby, I just got to beat this clock,
F_ck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch,
Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race,
and I'ma come back and rub my sh_t in ya face,
B_tch, 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 have half a chance I grab it, Rabbit, run.

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