He waits, for a reason to stop himself, from tearin' himself apart. Just keep watching its just the start. He feels like someone cut a fart in his heart. This isnt the last part, so be ready for him to come back while feeling sour, a little tart. Now this is the part where hes supposed to pull himself together. But he doesn't and continues without skipping a beat.

He raps, click cklack. Yeah thats the sound of the gun hes got against his breastplate, just wait and watch as he becomes completely suicidal. Now he prays to The Bible, hoping it can help him be reliable. Untirably untearable he raps for the relapse, knowing one day he'll have to relax. He knows its not today so he just keeps tap-taping his finger on the table, trying to write lyrics, He's completly unstable. He writes like his rap is grade able, but he dropped out of school so he could watch more cable telivision.

Yeah his rap is unshaven and unshakable. His family doesnt know he raps under the table, underground communities treat him like he wants to be, treated at home, but that wont happen anytime soon. So he keeps going making people swoon. He really wants to get a record lable too,but we cant all get what we want its just part of the hunt, called life.

He waits for a reason to stop tearin' himself apart. Just keep watching its just the start. He feels like someone cut a fart in his heart. So be ready for him to come back, while feeling sour, a little tart. Now this is the part where hes supposed to pull himself together. But he doesn't and keeps going without skipping a beat.

When he raps even thunder claps. He still wants to grab a bat and hit himself though. Is he crazy? Yeah, maybe. But that doesn't stop him, because he ain't no baby. Hes a 1 man crew, And the talk ain't no babbity-boo'. He feels like the world is a dog, that wants to bite his flesh, but there ain't none left, no emotion to be said or heard of. Yeah he's the walking dead. And thats all that he said.