- Votes:
- Composers:
- Luis Resto
- Marshall Mathers
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- american
- eminem
- rap
- soundtrack
 
- See also:
Eminem - Rabbit Run lyrics
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 in to all I spit
 Instead of always try and swallow it
 Instead of staring 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 buildin' up, I've concealed enough
 My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
 The pen explodes and 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 shit 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 fucks were too blind to see
 Whoever finds me's 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
 Yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes
 It's always me, how dark can these hallways beEminem - Rabbit Run - http://motolyrics.com/eminem/rabbit-run-lyrics.html
 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
 But wait here comes something
 Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
 New pad, crinkle it up 'n throw that shit 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 bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
 I'm a sit here 'til I get enough for 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 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 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 be back baby, I just got to beat this clock
 Fuck 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 shit 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 have half a chance I grab it
 Rabbit, run















