Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There is vomit on his sweater already Moms forgettin' he's nervous But on the surface he looks calm and ready To drops 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 choking, how? Everybody's jokin' now The clock's run out, time's up, over BLOW!