I don't wanna rap fast, I don't wanna rap aggressive
But I'm in the math class and I ain't got no hands
I better pass the mission I got a short temper, never fought gentle
I said pass the mission, I'm a class wrecker I'ma *** my pencil, uh
And then I drove a hangman and just hang him On a spot with no questions and no guessing
I don't listen, not a yes man, not addressing My depression, I compressed him, my confession
I'm a reflection of people just scratching the texture for giving me lectures
Yup, yup, then I walk out, thinking of my dog now, picking up my four pound
Getting into Joe Powell, living in a dole pile Swimming in the raw pile, I feed him in a mud pile
I'm more stressed out than twenty one pilots And I stick chest out as enemies pounding
But the next time I'm bringing in violence Heavily guarding, damaging bodies
Irrelevant shouting, settling silence Deviling knowledge, ravishing pious
Revving up mileage, offering the allowance Sending in sirens to end these bites
Shivers never playing, I pray they stay quiet
But I just black out, what do you want from me? I black out, you gonna run from me?
I black out, you may be grumpy but I black out
Lash out, forever trapped in your mad house Black out, you think I'm gimmicking
But I black out, you think it's imagery When I black out, don't have the artillery
But I black out, act out, you better stay in the background
Background, got used to standing in the background No one is standing for the wack clown
I used to panic in front of packed crowds Feel like a psychic and I read minds
And I said I'm in a break, I'm with injured mind
And it's lead tied to my damn spine But I shred lines, never bedtime
In a red light, you pretend Christ You condemn life, but I make rhymes
And the pain skies in my head like I'm insane Fine, but I'm Fred Klein
I'm in the middle of a deadline Bail out, can I send crime?
Planet full of magpies, venom in the empties Bedroom got me inside, revel in the analyze
Let what's in my blood rise To an instant instinct
Feeling of an infinite hatred Everything's an infant
Sitting off an infamous cadence And the engine cringes
Wheeling on payment of craters No better, no later
No haters, no favorites You better, my papers
You better, no taste If you're changing my nature, I'm facing my layers
I'm raging, I'm anxious, I'm setting my eras
You're playing the way of us, cause heaven's my status
These shenanigans got haters, and get this, I can't
Black out, what do you want from me? I black out, you're gonna run from me
I black out, you may be grumpy But I black out, lash out
Forever trapped in your madhouse Black out, you think I'm gimmicking
But I black out, you think it's imagery When I black out, don't have the artillery
But I black out, act out You better stay in your background
Round, round, round, round, round, round Trapped in your madhouse, house, house, house, house, house
I promise, and I can assure you this You get a timer, when I get a blow
Revision and drama Yeah man, I'm a nerdy kid
But it's my house I don't wanna murder ***
But I'm fired out Showing no mercy, kid, better go dollar
Mothers like an emergency, this no trial Perky purchases, get outrider
Paying for you when I aim for you, go hide out
But I just black out, what do you want from me? I black out, you're gonna run from me
I black out, you may be grumpy But I black out, lash out
Forever trapped in your madhouse Black out, you think I'm gimmicking
But I black out, you think it's imagery When I black out, don't have the artillery
But I black out, act out You better stay in your background