Eminem - Run Rabbit Run lyrics

Album: 8 Mile (Soundtrack) (2003)

Some days I just want to up & call it quits,
I feel like i am surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits,
My life is 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 & shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can´t call it shit, all I know is I am about to hit the wall,
If I´ve to see another one of mom´s alcoholic fits,
This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it,
I aint dealing with another f*cking politic,
I am like a skillet bubbling, until it filters up,
I am about to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I have concealed enough,
My cup run´ith over I have done & filled it up,
The pen explodes & busts & ink spills my guts,
You think all I do is stand here & feel my nuts,
But I am a show you, what, you going to feel my rush,
You dont feel it then it must be to real to touch,
Peel a dutch, I am about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yea I am a make your hair sit up,
Yea sit up, I am a tell you who I be,
I am a make you hate me cause you aint me,
You aint, it aint to late to finally see,
What you close minded f*cks were to blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is going to get a finders fee,
Out this world & aint no one out their mind as me,
You need peace of mind, here is a piece of mine,
All I need´s a line but sometimes,
I dont always find the words to rhyme,
To express how i am really feeling at that time,
Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes,
It is 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 am 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, f*ck I am stumped,
But wait here comes smth,
Nope, it isn´t good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
Crinkle it up & throw that shit out,
I am fizzling now thought I had figured it out,
Ball´s in my court but I am scared to dribble it out,
But I am afraid, but why am I afaid, why am I a slave to this trade,
Sign that I will spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up,
Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want,
I am a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain´t a quitter,
I am a sit here until I get enough,
For me to finally hit a f*cking boiling point,
Put some oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC´s worst dream I make them tense they hate me,
See me & shake like a chain-link fence,
By the looks of them you´d swear Jaws was coming,
By the scream of them you´d swear i am sawing someone,
By the way they running you´d swear the law was coming,
It is now or never & tonight It is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he would be back,
He pinky promised, I dont think he has honest,
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock,
F*ck this clock, I am a make them eat this watch,
Don´t believe me watch, I am a win this race,
and i am a come back & rub my shit in your face,
Bitch, I found my niche, you going to hear my voice,
Until you sick of it you aint going to have a choice,
If I´ve got to scream until I´ve half a lung,
If I´ve half a chance I grab it, rabbit run.

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