PTSD (Remix)

They tellin me, im an anomaly, hopefully, I will be cured of my sins
All of these rappers, they talkin percentages, i get a 100% and i win
Look at my anger and issues and most of my troubles, im dumping em right in the pen
You, haven't made a fuckin single track, that i wanna listen to the end

You, aren't a motherfucker that i really wanna murder, when i get up on the beat, you run
I spit it like a bullet from an ak-47, gonna run up on yo bitch for fun
I be fuckin up anyone, out my vicinity, talk on me endlessly, еveryone sucks
Most of thesе bitches controlled by the industry, callin me peta, i kill em for fun

Kinda poetic and when i talk, i forget it, i pulled a god, imma relic and then i double the flow
Imma cometic, but never live in asthetic, cuz they be takin the credit, i gotta give em a show
You can't fix my brain, im to insane, just violent thoughts, every fuckin day
Ill choke you out with some barbwire and slice your veins and cause a bloody rain

I should be in prison, for the way i think, i fuckin shake and twitch, when i write my bars
Im a rapper, not playing theater, i've payed my meter, i can sit and scar
Like anybody that'll diss at me-i deal my enemies off like im escobar
If you wanna feature, sit up in the bleachers, cuz now i gotta fuckin raise the bar