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