The beat’s in my heart, the rhythm’s in my veins
Music’s all I need every time it rains
Layin’ down the words like I’m layin’ down my sheets
I step on all the verbs like I’m wearin’ spikey cleats
I’m a poet when I get behind a mic
Rappin every word ‘cause I know I do it right
Learnin’ all these words, increasin’ my vocabulary
Killin all these beats as I’m writin’ the obituary
Death is a theme I usually stay away from
But I’m leanin’ closer as I kick my bass drum
My heart beats faster every time I rhyme
I love the feelin I get when I’m spittin’ every line
Happiness is honestly an understatement
Ecstatic is better off used as a replacement
If it isn’t said already, this track’s already been smashed
Look at it like this, man, rap’s my other half

Killin all these beats cause I’m the rapper, man
Murderin the track cause you know I’m goin ham
Blood flyin everywhere, limbs are in the sand
Give me the mic, put it in my hand
Killin all these beats cause I’m the rapper, man
Murderin the track cause you know I’m goin ham
Blood flyin everywhere, limbs are in the sand
Give me the mic, put it in my hand

Let me make a statement, yo, listen to my words
I’m killin this beat with every rhyme in every verse
And the lyrics are a curse
And I know I’m gonna make it
Never goin down, but I’ll act like I faked it
Not the Titanic but I’ll say that I saved it
Not Steve Jobs but I’ll say that I made it
Not a teacher but I’ll say that I’ll grade it
Killin’ this beat like I’m John Wayne Gacy
Conflictin’ all these rhymes, gettin’ you a little hazy
Step into my zone, if you think you are crazy
This track’s about to die like Optimus Prime
No word’s ever a lie, far from a waste of time
You wanna hear some more, man?
Come into my mind and figure out my plan
I’m almost done plottin’ this whole crime
Get out of my face, man, here’s a little dime
For wastin’ all your time
Killin all these beats cause I’m the rapper, man
Murderin the track cause you know I’m goin ham
Blood flyin everywhere, limbs are in the sand
Give me the mic, put it in my hand
Killin all these beats cause I’m the rapper, man
Murderin the track cause you know I’m goin ham
Blood flyin everywhere, limbs are in the sand
Give me the mic, put it in my hand

“Here lies the beat of “Killin’ It”
He ain’t Michael Jackson cause he definitely did not Beat It
He’s surely not Weird Al cause he didn’t even Eat It
It wasn’t even oxygen, cause he didn’t need it
However, he does have one thing left to say
“I killed this goofy track, but it didn’t take a day”
Conception is this album that you currently choose to play
I always kill beats when you press that play button
This track was goin’ somewhere but now it’s turned to nothin’
I ran out of things to say, and my mind is turnin’ grey
This track’s deceased, so it’s obviously dead
It took all the lines comin’ from my head
My mind sees nothin’, nothin’ but red, and you can’t call me Fred
My voice isn’t higher than that kid
But I don’t increase like views of a vid
But now I must leave so I can stay hidden

Killin all these beats cause I’m the rapper, man
Murderin the track cause you know I’m goin ham
Blood flyin everywhere, limbs are in the sand
Give me the mic, put it in my hand
Killin all these beats cause I’m the rapper, man
Murderin the track cause you know I’m goin ham
Blood flyin everywhere, limbs are in the sand
Give me the mic, put it in my hand
Killin all these beats cause I’m the rapper, man
Murderin the track cause you know I’m goin ham
Blood flyin everywhere, limbs are in the sand
Give me the mic, put it in my hand