Rabbit Run

[Eminem] 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 trying to swallow it Instead of staring 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 dealing with another fucking politic I'm like a skillet bubbling until 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 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 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 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 Yea 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 {*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' Fuck I'm stumped, up 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 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-link fence By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was coming By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawing someone By the way they're running, you would swear the law was coming It's now or never and tonight is all or nothing Momma, Jimmy keeps 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'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my niche, 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 have half a chance I grab it — Rabbit, run