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I'm a tortured Temper raised, like a hot I'm on the with a girl that don't love me no mo' And a shame Yall should watch aim Taking shots at me, never be the same Falling out, with those you thought was Coming down, attempted have changed I'm so At people's actions Look at PSM, holy shit happened? Now it's just the original And perfectly fine by me But you see It's the I'm not I've been down Shit on, and around The cause of so pain Girl, you should be But I it's my fault too Shoulda never for you And that's the My name is John, I'm just an dude P-Stunna is a He what the want I'm a man Maybe just a in the pan Or perhaps I'm a legend Either way, lyrical perfection may call me fake I say I am A Perfect Mistake
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A year ago I woulda shout out to Rap Genius But Maboo is a faggot so all can suck my penis And I mean I say this When I spray When I lay You're Yall need some you needa be straightened out My lyrics are the bullet cases cause not what I'm all about My lyrics pack a queerness is too much You say my work is not And that right there is where I draw the Me and my pen, resonance Me and my friend, hip-hop's But I give it my Buckshot to chest But not a vest I pop these rhymes With the of smooth chimes Are you I knee-deep in the game I was wet behind the ears And whether or not you like it is what you fear Man