I don't wanna rap fast, I don't wanna rap aggressiveBut I'm in the math class and I ain't got no handsI better pass the mission I got a short temper, never fought gentleI said pass the mission, I'm a class wrecker I'ma *** my pencil, uhAnd then I drove a hangman and just hang him On a spot with no questions and no guessingI don't listen, not a yes man, not addressing My depression, I compressed him, my confessionI'm a reflection of people just scratching the texture for giving me lecturesYup, yup, then I walk out, thinking of my dog now, picking up my four poundGetting into Joe Powell, living in a dole pile Swimming in the raw pile, I feed him in a mud pileI'm more stressed out than twenty one pilots And I stick chest out as enemies poundingBut the next time I'm bringing in violence Heavily guarding, damaging bodiesIrrelevant shouting, settling silence Deviling knowledge, ravishing piousRevving up mileage, offering the allowance Sending in sirens to end these bitesShivers never playing, I pray they stay quietBut 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 outLash out, forever trapped in your mad house Black out, you think I'm gimmickingBut I black out, you think it's imagery When I black out, don't have the artilleryBut I black out, act out, you better stay in the backgroundBackground, got used to standing in the background No one is standing for the wack clownI used to panic in front of packed crowds Feel like a psychic and I read mindsAnd I said I'm in a break, I'm with injured mindAnd it's lead tied to my damn spine But I shred lines, never bedtimeIn a red light, you pretend Christ You condemn life, but I make rhymesAnd the pain skies in my head like I'm insane Fine, but I'm Fred KleinI'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 analyzeLet what's in my blood rise To an instant instinctFeeling of an infinite hatred Everything's an infantSitting off an infamous cadence And the engine cringesWheeling on payment of craters No better, no laterNo haters, no favorites You better, my papersYou better, no taste If you're changing my nature, I'm facing my layersI'm raging, I'm anxious, I'm setting my erasYou're playing the way of us, cause heaven's my statusThese shenanigans got haters, and get this, I can'tBlack out, what do you want from me? I black out, you're gonna run from meI black out, you may be grumpy But I black out, lash outForever trapped in your madhouse Black out, you think I'm gimmickingBut I black out, you think it's imagery When I black out, don't have the artilleryBut I black out, act out You better stay in your backgroundRound, round, round, round, round, round Trapped in your madhouse, house, house, house, house, houseI promise, and I can assure you this You get a timer, when I get a blowRevision and drama Yeah man, I'm a nerdy kidBut it's my house I don't wanna murder ***But I'm fired out Showing no mercy, kid, better go dollarMothers like an emergency, this no trial Perky purchases, get outriderPaying for you when I aim for you, go hide outBut I just black out, what do you want from me? I black out, you're gonna run from meI black out, you may be grumpy But I black out, lash outForever trapped in your madhouse Black out, you think I'm gimmickingBut I black out, you think it's imagery When I black out, don't have the artilleryBut I black out, act out You better stay in your background