Rabbit Run - Various Artists - Eminem Tribute

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 sh*t

If I could just, put it all into all I spit

Instead of always tryin' to swallow it

Instead of starin' at this wall and sh*t

While I sit writer’s block, sick of all this sh*t

Can’t call it, sh*t

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 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’mma 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 sh*t up

Goosebumps yea, I’mma make your hair sit up

Yea sit up, I’mma tell you who I be

I’mma 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 there 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

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, but wait, here comes somethin'

Nope, it’s not good enough, scribble it out

New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the sh*t 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 b*tch, Jimmy Smith’s ain’t a quitter

I’mma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a

Fuckin' boilin' 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 their jaws was comin'

By the screams of 'em, you would swear I’m sawin' someone

By the way they’re runnin, you would swear the law was comin'

It’s now or never and tonight is all or nothin'

Momma Jimmy keeps leavin' 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

F*ck this clock, I’ma make 'em eat this watch

Don’t believe me watch, I’mma win this race

And I’mma come back and rub my sh*t 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 had half a chance I’d grab it

Rabbit run