Run Rabbit Run
Eminem Lyrics


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Some days I just want to 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
Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall and shit
While I sit writers 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 filter's 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'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush
You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch
Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma 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 they 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
Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass 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 nothin'
Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin' 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 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, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma 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 M.C.'s worst dream, I make 'em jinxed
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 it's all or nothin'
Mama, 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
Fuck this clock, I'ma make them eat this watch
Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my nitch, 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 have half a chance, I'll grab it
Rabbit run

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Eminem's song "Run Rabbit Run" detail the frustration and desperation of the rapper as he struggles with writer's block and personal issues. Eminem speaks directly to the listener, intricately describing his feelings of being trapped and unable to express himself. The first verse sees Eminem contemplating giving up altogether, feeling as though his life is a "ball of shit” that he can't climb out of. He compares himself to a skillet, bubbling over with pent up emotions waiting to be released, describing the sensation of imminent release as building up inside of him.


The second verse sees Eminem wrestle with his inability to express himself in a way that feels genuine, lamenting his lyrical impotence by describing the process of writing as crumpling up and throwing away useless, half-formed ideas. He accidentally repeats the word "half” twice, which hints at his depression and his feeling of giving “half a chance” but not being able to fully follow through. As the song progresses, Eminem begins to find catharsis in his rage and frustration, even declaring, "If I have half a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit run." Ultimately, the song functions as a declaration of Eminem's urgent need to be heard, to express himself honestly, and to escape the walls he feels closing in on him.


Line by Line Meaning

Some days I just want to up and call it quits
Sometimes I feel like giving up on everything.


I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
I feel like there are obstacles blocking me from moving forward.


Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
Whenever I try to make progress, I encounter setbacks.


My life's like one great big ball of shit
My life is full of problems and difficulties.


If I could just put it all into all I spit
If I could express my thoughts and emotions through my music.


Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall and shit
Instead of holding everything in and feeling stuck, I need to express myself and move forward.


While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit
I'm struggling to write and feeling frustrated with my life, but I can't really explain why.


All I know is I'm about to hit the wall if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
I'm at my breaking point and can't handle any more stress, especially from my mother's alcoholism.


This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I can't take it anymore; this is my final breaking point.


I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic
I don't want to deal with the politics or games of the music industry anymore.


I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it filter's up
My emotions are boiling and building up inside me.


I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up
I'm about to kill the rap game and I can feel my power and potential growing.


Blow this building up, I've concealed enough
I want to explode and make a huge impact, and I've kept my potential hidden for too long.


My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
I have so much talent and potential, it's overflowing.


The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
When I write, I pour out all of my emotions and feelings.


You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
People underestimate me and think I'm just standing around not doing anything.


Well I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush
I'm going to prove everyone wrong and show them my incredible abilities.


You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch
If you can't understand my passion and talent, it's because it's too intense for you.


Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
I'm going to dominate the rap game and make a huge impact.


Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up
My music will give you chills and make you feel excited and alive.


Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
Listen up, because I'm going to introduce myself and show you what I'm made of.


I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
I'm so talented and powerful that I'll make others jealous and hate me.


You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
It's not too late for people to recognize my talents and potential.


What you closed minded fucks were too blind to see
People who were too narrow-minded to see my abilities before are going to regret it.


Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, out this world
People who discover me and my music will be blown away and richly rewarded.


Ain't no one out they mind as me
No one is as crazy and talented as I am.


You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine, all I need's a line
If you need some peace of mind, listen to my music; all I need to create it is a line.


But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
Even though I have incredible talent, sometimes I struggle to write and find the right words.


To express how I'm really feelin' at that time
I want to express my true emotions and feelings through my music.


Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes things don't always go as planned.


Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be
Even though it's not always smooth sailing, I'm always going to be me and persevere.


The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
Time keeps moving forward, no matter how hard I try to stop or slow it down.


This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper
Even though I'm struggling to create at times, I'm still putting myself out there and trying.


I'm desperate at my desk, if I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again
I'm struggling and desperate to find my creative inspiration and release my emotions.


Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothin'
I'm in a creative rut and can't seem to come up with new ideas.


Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin'
I'm feeling stuck and hopeless, but I'm still hopeful that I'll eventually find my inspiration again.


Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
Even though I'm trying to write, sometimes the things I come up with just aren't good enough.


New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out
I'm constantly throwing away my work and starting over when it's not good enough.


I'm fizzlin' out, thought I figured it out
I thought I had everything figured out, but now I'm losing my creative spark.


Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out
I have the power to make things happen, but I'm scared to take action and try.


I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I slave to this trade
I'm scared, but I don't know why; maybe it's because I feel like I don't have a choice but to pursue my music career.


Cyanide, I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up
My lyrics are so powerful and intense that they could kill, but they're also real enough to make a difference.


Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
If you want me to change my style or approach, I can do that, no problem.


I'm a switch-hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'm versatile and can handle any challenge that comes my way.


I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin' boilin' point
I'm going to work hard and wait until I'm absolutely ready to make an impact in the rap game.


Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
Prepare yourself for my incredible talent and power, because I'm about to make a huge impact.


An M.C.'s worst dream, I make 'em jinxed
I'm so talented that other rappers are intimidated and scared of me.


They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence
People fear and hate me because of my incredible talent and potential.


By the looks of 'em you would swear that Jaws was comin'
People are so scared of me and my talent that it's like they're being attacked by a shark.


By the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawin' someone
People are so scared of me and my talent that it's like they're being tortured somehow.


By the way they're runnin' you would swear the law was comin'
People are so scared of me and my talent that it's like they're being chased by the police.


It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin'
It's time for me to make a big impact and take my talent to the next level.


Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin' on us, he said he'd be back
I keep leaving my family to pursue my music career, even though I promised I'd stay.


He pinky-promised, I don't think he's honest
Even though I promised I'd stay and be there for my family, I don't know if I can keep that promise.


I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
I promise I'll eventually come back and be there for my family once I've made it in the rap game.


Fuck this clock, I'ma make them eat this watch
I'm going to defy time and expectations and succeed in the rap game no matter what.


Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race
Just wait and see how successful I'll be in the rap game.


And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
When I succeed, I'm going to prove all the haters and doubters wrong and make them regret it.


I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice
I've found my calling and I'm ready to make my voice heard in the rap game.


'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
I'm going to be so successful and popular that people won't be able to ignore or avoid my music.


If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung
If I have to work hard and make sacrifices to succeed in the rap game, I will do it.


If I have half a chance, I'll grab it
If I see an opportunity, I'll seize it and make the most of it.


Rabbit run
I'm going to keep running and fighting until I make it in the rap game.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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