Eminem – Rabbit Run (2002) | Track profile | Dork

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Rabbit Run

[Verse]

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 into all I spit

'Stead of always tryna swallow it, instead of starin'

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 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 your hair sit up

Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you 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 closed-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 their 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

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 could 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 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 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'ma 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 chainlink fence

By the looks of 'em, you would swear that 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

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

Till you're sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice

If I gotta scream, till I have half a lung

If I have half a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit, run

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