Run Rabbit Run - 8 Mile
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 don't 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 don't 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, 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 Can't 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 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'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...
Artist: 8 Mile
Title: Run Rabbit Run