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PTSD Lyrics - Artist : Death Plus
Flashback, checks in my pocket gotta cash that
Scratch that, can't somebody tell me where that acid at? Woods in my backpack, trees up in my snapback Bought another pack of [?], don't let me take a drag of that Think I got a bad batch Bummin' and I can't relax Smoking on that Osama bin Laden, don't know where we at Now [?] watch you bleed like this was [?] Cut you with the motherfucking saw, never had a gat Bitches like to talk that shit but watch me, I'ma handle that I don't even think, I just find out where the hatchet at Swing into your neck, bullets sweat down your fuckin' back Get rid of yo head, bitches dead after I attack Grippin' the pistol, go point it right at me You think that you hard 'cause you startin' a tragedy But I'm a ghost, don't try to [?] me Bullets go through me, that shit doesn't matter, see [?] that acid take over my system and paints my soul black And I'm dreaming of ways to take all that shit back When I think of the past, my brain start to blast On that Jimmy Neutron shit, my mind is Nickelodeon Watchin' all that, drinkin' green tea, rollin' spliffs [?] and hold it in Grab the gun and load the shit Point it at my face and let it blow, it don't ever end PTSD in my soul, lost all of my friends To the outside, how to die Get a lesson in Killin' bloody murder 101 what I call this shit This ain't fuckin' rap, man, it's that fucking holocaustic shit Bitch |
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