Rabbit Run

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 piss

my life's like one great big ball of shit

if I could just put it all in 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

cant call it shit all I know is i'm about to hit the wall

if I have to see another one of mom's alchaholic fits

this is it last straw thats all thats it

I aint dealing with another fucking politic

i'm like a stewin bubble in him till it filters up

i'm about to kill it I can feel it building up

blow this building up i've been sealed enough

my cup run it over i've been filled up

but then explosion bust and spills my guts

you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts

but i'm a show you what you gonna feel my rush

Eminem

you dont feel it then it must be too real to touch

feel to touch i'm about to tear shit up

goosebumps yeah i'm make your hair sit up

yeah sit up i'm a tell you who I be

i'm make you hate me cause you aint me

you aint it aint to late to finally see

what you close minded fucks were too blind to see

whoever find me is gonna get a finders fee

out this world and aint no one out there 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 be

the clock stikes midnight 12then half past 3

this half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper （Tear）

i'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest

of this shit off my chest again stuck in this slum

cant think of nothing fuck i'm stumped

but wait here comes something

nope its not good enough scribbel it out new pad

krinkel it up and throw that shit out

ball's in my court but i'm scared to dribbel it out

but i'm afraid why am I afaid why am I a slave to this trade

sign that i'll spit to the grave real enough to rawl you up

what me to flip it I can rip it any style you want

i'm a switch yeah a 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 them tense since they hate me

see me and shake like a shangeling fence

by the looks of them you would swear yours was comming

by the scream of them you would swear i'm sawing something

by the way they running you would swear the law was coming

its now or never tonight is 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 be back baby I just got to beat this clock

fuck this clock i'm make them 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 neck 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 <-9>run