Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya
But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
And then along came the wrong man for her
Attention deficit disorder
Matter fact, i mortar guys n' before disorder dies, i more than horrify
Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die
Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch
You can call me a faggot and make jokes bout my crotch,
Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes
Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones
The hotels we staying in twelve star
Jokes on you i don't have a car
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