[Eminem]
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 %#@!
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 %#@!
While I sit writer's block, sick of all this %#@!

Can't call it, %#@!
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 $#&@in 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 %#@! 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 $#&@s 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

{*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the %#@! off my chest again
Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin'

$#&@ I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin'
{*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the %#@! 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 (*##$, Jimmy Smiths ain't a quitter
I'mma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a

$#&@in' boilin' point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin (*##$, 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 that 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
$#&@ 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 %#@! in your face, (*##$
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