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