Kill You - Eminem 
love that song 
  
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There's vommit 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 croud goes so loud 
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out 
He's chokin how, everybodys chokin now 
The clocks run out, its over, blaw