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8 Foot Sativa - Run Rabbit Run lyrics
some days I just wanna up and call it quits
 I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
 everytime 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 in to all I spit
 instead I always try to swallow it
 instead of staring at this wall and shit
 while I sit writers block sick of all this shit
 can't call it shit, all I know is i'll 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 dealing with another fucking politic
 i'm like a skillet bubblin till it filters up
 i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up
 blow this building up, i've concealed enough
 my cup run'ith over i've done and 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'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush
 you dont feel it then it must be to real to touch
 Bill the dutch, i'm about to tear shit up
 goosebumps, yeah i'ma make your hair sit up
 yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be
 i'ma make you hate me cause you aint me
 you aint, it aint to late to finally see
 what you close minded fucks were to blind to see
 whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee
 out this world and aint no one out their mind as me
 you need peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine
 all I need's a line but sometimes
 I dont always find the words to rhyme
 to express how i'm really feeling at that time
 yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
 just sometimes, its always me
 how dark can these hallways be8 Foot Sativa - Run Rabbit Run - http://motolyrics.com/8-foot-sativa/run-rabbit-run-lyrics.html
 the clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3
 this half ass rhyme with this half ass 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
 cant think of nothing, fuck i'm stumped
 but wait here comes something
 nope, its not good enough, scribble it out
 new pad, crinkle it up and throw that shit out
 i'm fizzling now thought I had 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
 sign that 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, bitch, jimmy smith aint a quitter
 i'm a sit here till I get enough
 for 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 'em tense
 they hate me, see me and shake like a chain linked fence
 by the looks of 'em you would swear jaws was commin'
 by the scream of 'em you would swear i'm sawing someone
 by the way they running you would swear the law was commin
 its now or never and tonight it's all or nothing
 momma, jimmy keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back
 he pinky promised, I dont think he's honest
 I'll be back baby I just gotta beat this clock
 fuck this clock, i'ma make 'em eat this watch
 dont believe me watch, i'm a win this race
 and i'm a come back and rub my shit in your face
 bitch, I found my nitch, you gonna hear my voice
 till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice
 if I gotta scream till I have half a lung
 if I have half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...









