rap on the my dog tags

I'm eating a steak very bloody crabs I was sleeping hungry smoke is low in calories colors the world of lyrical words because I have the counter turned on honest words, not website views my rap is playing The fuse clock ticks I've got rap to the bottom I wear them like dog tags have told me so many times that my worth is non-valued I don't need superfluous opinion I need a minute of silence on this beat it's stronger than me It's like closing everything h I feel deep inside of me somewhere