Sucks for Takashi/ such terrible fortune/ facing zombie apocalypse that's much heralded torture/ morals impaired and distorted/ I wouldn't dare to report it/ with Rei Miyamoto rocking worthy of staring proportions/ sorry/ I mean that girl promised that guy/ marriage and he did fall for it just like Ian Fleming's Sky/ wouldn't be hard for me to decide/ make my choices on the fly/ then hit the mic and lay it down just like Rei in Takashi's mind/ betta step yo game up/ cuz I'm like Saeko when I'm inflicting that pain stuff/ I just enjoy it, and I'm toyin with yo main jump/ instrumentals I claim them/ cuz I build lyrics similar to Kohta making nail guns/ it just comes naturally to me/ everybody wanted to ignore the words I spoke until these people just had to view me/ til I took that action truly/ God as my witness I rest in/ firing off creatively like Takashi's Smith and Weston/ I'll upgrade to that Ithica if the situation let's me/ though I don't see it necessary to spit just like that Benelli/ these zombies walking dead/ but I don't dread to let them get me/ I'll just chop through opposition, Saeko's katana, I'm ready/ I still pray for direction every time creative juices poor/ live a life of a reject who is really someone you should know/ people think I'm Kohta timid til they hear that stupid flow/ that is larger than Rei's bust size but cool and lame inclusive tho/ call me Koichi cuz I bully every track I touch/ watch pretenders fall in line, I'll dip when they're attacked and such/ but like Shizuka on occasion show compassion just/ to nuance out the music when it seems my taste is lacking touch/ still staring/ Rei's hotness is apparent/ but I relate to Takashi, too many female friends sharing/ the hot ones never like me, but I'm not caring/ cuz I always get the Sayas cute girls with wealthy conservative parents/