run rabbit run

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 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 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 been sealed 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

imma 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

yeah imma make your hair sit up

yeah sit up

imma tell you who i be

imma make you hate me

cause you ain't me

you wait

it ain't too late to finally see

what you close-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 feeling at that time

yes

sometimes

sometimes

sometimes

it's just sometimes it's always me

how dark can these hallways be

the clock strikes midnight

1

2

then half past 3

this half-assed rhyme

with this half-assed 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

can't think of nothing

fuck

i'm stumped

oh

wait

here comes something

nope!

it's not good enough

scribble it out

new pad

crinkle it up

and throw this shit out

i'm fizzling out

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. imma switch hitter bitch jimmy smith ain't a quitter

imma sit here till i get enough of 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 tensed

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 runnin'

you would swear the law was coming

it's now or never

and tonight it's 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 in your face

bitch!

i found my niche

you gon' hear my voice

'til you're 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'll grab it

rabbit run!