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 forgetting 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 clock's run out, time's up, over Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't Give up that easy no, he won't have it He knows, his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so sad that he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo, this whole rapshody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't-
Value, variety, convience and control Haha, it's definitely time to play tv