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Run Rabbit RunArtist: EminemAlbum: 8 Mile SoundtrackEminem 8 Mile Soundtrack Run Rabbit Run
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 fill it buildin' up Blow this building up, I'm concealed enough My cup, When its over I'da filled it up Then it explodes, and 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 If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Build the dutch, I'm about to tear shit 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, Cuz you ain't me You ate, it ain't too late for you to finally see What you close-minded Fucks were too Blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finds to see Out this world, they no it ain't a mind to me You need piece 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, Yeah 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, tinkle 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 route you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want. I'mma switch to the bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter I'mma sitter till I get enough finally hit a boiling point Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed An EmCee's worst dream, I make them tensed, they hate me See me and Shape like a Chainling Finx By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was coming By the screams of them you would swear I'm saw and so on By the way they runnin', you could swear the law was coming 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! I'mma make them Eat this watch Don't believe me Watch! I'mma win this race And I'mma 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'mma grab it, Rabbit Run! Moby: Run On Home Town Hero: Run Right Through На сайте функционирует система коррекции ошибок. Обнаружив неточность в тексте, выделите её и нажмите Ctrl+Enter.
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