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Eminem
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| Rabbit Run
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[Eminem]
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like Im surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss
My lifes like one great big ball of shit
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 shit
While I sit writers block, sick of all this shit
Cant call it, shit
All I know is Im about to hit the wall
if I have to see another one of moms alcholic fits
This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it
I aint dealin with another fuckin politic
Im like a skillet bubblin until it filters up
Im about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up
Blow this buildin up, Ive 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 Ima show you what, you gon feel my rush
You dont feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peal the dutch, Im about to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, Ima make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, Ima tell you who I be
Ima make you hate me, cause you aint me
You wait, it aint too late to finally see
what you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
out this world, aint no one out there mind as me
You need piece of mind? Heres a piece of mine
All I needs a line
But sometimes I dont always find the words to rhyme
to express how Im really feelin at that time
Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes
Its just sometimes, its 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
%7B*rip*%7D Im desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slum, cant think of nothin
Fuck Im stumped, but wait, here comes somethin
%7B*crumples paper*%7D Nope, its not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out
Im fizzlin now, thought I figured it out
Balls in my court, but Im scared to dribble it out
Im afraid, but why am I afraid?
Why am I a slave to this trade?
Signed out of spit to the grave
Real enough to rill you up
Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
Im a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smits aint a quitter
Ima 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 MCs worst dream, I make em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence
By the looks of em, you would swear their jaws was comin
By the screams of em, you would swear Im sawin someone
By the way theyre runnin, you would swear the law was comin
Its now or never and tonight is all or nothin
Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said hed be back
He pinky promised, I dont think hes honest
Ill be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, Ima make em eat this watch
Dont believe me watch, Ima win this race
And Ima come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my nitch, you gon hear my voice
Til you sick of it, you aint gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream til I have half a lung
If I had half a chance Id grab it - Rabbit, run
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