Rabbit Run.

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 

Instead of always tryin to 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 alcholic 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 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 I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush 

You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch 

Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up 

Goosebumps yea, I'ma make your hair sit up 

Yea 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 is gonna get a finder's fee 

out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me 

You need piece 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 

Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes 

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 

{*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk 

If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again 

Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothin 

Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin 

{*crumples paper*} 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 nitch, 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 had half a chance I'd grab it - Rabbit, run

Artist:EMINEM.