You want me to rhyme the rap of the rhyme with no rhythm.

How do I rhyme the rap with no rhythm?

Don't you know that the rhyme makes the rap,

And the rap is the rhythm?

Yet, you keep telling me to show the love of the show with no sight.

How do I show the love with no sight?

Don't you know that the show makes the love,

And the love is the sight?

Only silly fools ask to possess the heart of my possession with no life.

How do you posses the heart with no life?

Don't you know that the possesion makes the heart,

And the heart is the life?

Of course, you don't know.

I guess that's why I'm dying now.