Artist: Pharoahe Monch Album: PTSD: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Song: Damage Typed by: en13712n@gmail.com [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Ooooooooh, listen to the way I slay your crew Damage, damage, damage, damage [Pharoahe Monch] They cock them hammers, wave them llamas but that's that in front of the camera drama When the cameras are attached to dollys, I call them "Dalai Lamas" Mold, loathe, hold me in the palm of your hand, load me You know exactly what I am: murderer When I'm inserted on to the top of fifteen family members It's the curse of the proverbial anarchy starter, the martyr This is what I have been converted to do what I do is insanity Pro-fo-fo-fanity when they manually hammer me annually You don't figitty faze me, yo I won't tigitty tase you, bro Figgity fuckin' cut you in half like it's nothing minus the laser scope Then I will ring your bell like Avon Before displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvon) The Oscar award winning Aiyana Jones, hey (Sean) Sworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters Armor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws For ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws Cause post traumatic stress disorder, ask any vet I've worked with My purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Ooooooooh, listen to the way I slay your crew Damage, damage, damage, damage [Pharoahe Monch] Nigga, I will twist your liver like Oliver TWIST! Scratch your name off my calendar See, that was me through a silencer What you just heard was a forty-four caliber Now you can fill in the blanks I will pillage your town Killin' them with Dillinger rounds Nigga, fill in the clip cause I'm willin' to flip See I'm sort of certified, I'm fortified live You would be mortified if I would put on screen what I've seen Horrified holy Bibles, rivals, vital organs Little bitty baby bodies, bridal gowns coffins Morphine, gang bang, gangrene, slauson, swap meet Meet greet, pop, I don't sleep, I don't stop I love hate, ha ha! Hate cops That's why I laugh when you pull it I'm motivated and crass I'm so elated when I see them on the news (You fuckin' pigs!) They flying the flag half mass See there's no need for conversation when we're discussing the bullet's point of view [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Ooooooooh, listen to the way I slay your crew Damage, damage, damage, damage