Run Rabbit Run

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Rabbit Run is a Freestyle by Eminem On the 8 Mile (Soundtrack)

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Somedays I just wanna up and call the 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 onto all I spit. Instead of always tryina 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 ever have to see another one of Mom's alcaholic 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 buliding up, I've consealed enough My cup, runith 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. Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush. If 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 Imma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me You ain't. It ain't too late for you to finally see What you close-minded Fucks, What you Blind to see. Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee Out this world, ain't no one out they 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 feeling at that time, Yes Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes Its just sometimes is always me. How dark can these hallways be. The clock strikes midnight 1, 2, then half passed 3. This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper. I'm desperate in my task 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, Oh Wait Here comes something, No! Its not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out. I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out. Balls 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 not to spit to the grave. Real enough to rile you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter. Imma sit here till 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 them tense, they hate me See me and Shake like a Chain-link fence. By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was comin'. By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin someone. By the way they runnin', you would swear that the law was comin'. Its 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! Imma make them Eat this watch. Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this race And Imma come back and rub my shit on your face, Bitch! I found my nitch, You gonna fear my voice. Till your SICK of it you ain't gonna have a choice. If I gotta scream till I have half a lung. If I have have a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit Run!