What are you trying to Say - it's a game

[Hey Ladi]

:bow: thank you sir, what do I owe you, at your service sir

do they match? .... eh close enough

Run Rabbit Run

<div align="left"> Somedays I just wanna up and call it 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 into 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 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 feel it buildin' up
Blow this building up, I've concealed enough
My cup, runeth 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
If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peel the dutch, Im 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, Cuz you

ain't me
You aint, it ain't too late to finally see
What you close-minded Fucks, What you Blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
Out this world, aint 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 feeling at that time, Yes
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 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, uh Wait Here comes something, No!
Its not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle 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? cyanide, I spit to the grave
Real enough to route you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip

it
any style you want. I'ma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith

aint a quitter
I'ma sit here till I get enough and maybe finally hit a

fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get

destroyed
An EmCee's worst dream, I make em tense, they hate me
See me and Shake like a Chainlink fence
By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of em you would swear Im sawin someone
By the way they runnin', you would swear the law was

comin'
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'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 niche, You gon hear my voice
Till you SICK of it you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'ma grab it, Rabbit Run! </div>