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5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Let's party! [Golden Guru] P-Stunna bout to get emotional in tHis bitcH P-Stunna do you [P-Stunna] [Verse One] 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 [Verse Two] 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