This is a song about "Apart heart start timing rhyming"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Combining, rewinding faultfinding with timing.

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Instead, your timing and delivery's a sketch of defeat

I'll just rip you apart, start from the top, at the armpits.

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

You got my heart, don't tear it apart

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Your worried i'm tearing myself apart

Bun b, i’m underground king

(experimental rhyming)

Shaking to falling apart, a gaping galling hole in my heart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I start all raps, with my heart collapsed

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap