8 Mile Run Rabbit Run Lyrics

Run Rabbit Run Lyrics

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 dont 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 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, 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

 cant 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 dont 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

 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 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...