I've Got Miracle Lyrical Capability All In

These Times Are So Hard, And They're Getting Even Harder.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

When I Say Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me.

Love, When Spelled Backwards And Read Phonetically, Reads Evil

Insecure About My Body, About My Personality, Sometimes Even About My Understanding Of Everything.