RabbitRun

Rabbit Run (Explicit) - Eminem

Lyrics by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers

Composed by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers

Produced by：Eminem/Luis Resto

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