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Run Rabbit run

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Run Rabbit run

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Somedays I just wanna up and call it quits

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,

I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks

I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,

Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits

Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits,

My life's like one great big ball of shit!

My life's like on great big ball of shit,

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

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

Instead of always tryina swallow it

Stead of always tryin to swallow it, instead of starin at this wall and shit,

Instead of starin' at this wall and shit

While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit,

While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this shit

All I know is I'm about to hit the wall if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits,

Can't call it shit!

This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it,

All I know is I'm about to hit the wall

I ain't dealin with another fuckin politic,

If I ever have to see another one of Mom's alcaholic fits

I'm like a skillet, bubblin until it filter's up,

This is it last straw

I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up,

That's all, That's it

Blow this building up, I've concealed enough,

I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic

My cup runneth over, I done filled it up,

I'm like a skillet bubblin', until it filters up

The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts,

I'm about to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up

You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,

Blow this buliding up, I've been sealed enough

Well I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush,

My cup runneth over I done filled it up

You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch,

The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts

Pill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up,

You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts

Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up,

Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush

Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be,

If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch

I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me,

Build the dutch, Im about to tear shit up

You ain't, it ain't too late to finally see,

Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up

What you closed minded fucks were too blind to see,

Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me

Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, Out this world,

You wait, it ain't too late for you to finally see

Ain't no one out they mind as me,

What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see

You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine, all I need's a line,

Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee

But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme,

Out this world, ain't no one out-they-mind as me

To express how I'm really feelin at that time,

You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine

Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,

All I need's a line, Sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme

Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be,

To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes

The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three,

Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes

This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper,

Its just sometimes is always me

I'm desperate at my task, if I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again,

How dark can these hallways be

Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothin,

The clock strikes midnight

Fuck I'm stuck, uh, wait, here comes somethin,

1, 2, then half passed 3

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

This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper

New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit out,

I'm desperate at my desk

I'm fizzlin out, thought I figured it out,

If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again

Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out,

Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing

I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I slave to this trade,

Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here comes something, No!

Cyanide, I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up,

Its not good enough, scribble it out

Want me to filp it, I can rip it any style you want,

New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out

I'm a switch-hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter,

I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out

I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin boilin point,

Balls in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out

Put some oil in your joints, flipt the coin bitch, come get destroyed,

I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave

An Emcee's worst dream, I make em tense,

To this trade? Signed out of spit to the grave

They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence,

Real enough to rile you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it

By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was comin,

any style you want. Imma switch-hitter,

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

bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter

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

Imma sit until I get enough in me to

It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin,

finally hit a fuckin' boiling point

Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back,

Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed

He pinky-promised, I don't think he's honest,

An MC's worst dream, I make them tense, they hate me

I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock,

See me and shake like a Chainlink fence

Fuck this clock, I'ma make them eat this watch,

By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was coming

Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race,

By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin someone

And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch,

By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was coming

I found my nitch, you gon hear my voice

Its now or never, And tonight is all or nothing

Till you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice,

Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, He said he'd be back

If I gotta scream til I have half a lung,

He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest

If I have half a chance, I grab it,

I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock

Rabbit Run!

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 niche, You gon' hear 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 had half a chance, I'd grab it, Rabbit Run!

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