Yo, ere it is, as requested, da story of da PTSD M.C.
Sometimes I breaks it down, so it is jus PMC
Dat stands for da psychotic master of cera-mo-nees
Back when I first started, I was known as da psychotic master of success
But I hads to get it changed, cause people was calling me PMS
Yo, so ere I go
I was born on one of da most dangerous places on Earth
Worse den Beirut or da Bronxe, it's da f*cken city of Perth
Me daddy was a seamstress n me mamma was a trucker
Is it any wonder I is a bad ass mutha f*cker?
Chorus
I is da PMC and dis is me story
Rags to riches; power n glory
Me mamma barely loved me; but she loved her f*cken lorry
When she couldn’t feed me milk, she used to feed me wit Midori
When I was ten, me teacher said, what ya wanna be?
I said, I wanna be a pimp until I turn twenty three
She said, you talk like dat again, I is gonna come round and slap yer
I said, when I turn twenty four, I is gonna be a gangsta rapper
Spent me spare time scratchn and rippn on me decks
Used to practice drive-bys on me f*cken BMX
When I was twelve, me Aunty Gladys slipped n hurt er back
She couldn’t shovel coal no mo, so er boss gave er da sack
She went broke n had to feed erself on bread n honey
So, I said I’d pimp er out to help er make a bit of money
Chorus
I is da PMC and dis is me story
Don’t fret if ya lose yo job at da fac-tory
Cause ya can join da PMC indus-tory
Dat’s how me aunt put me cousin thru dentis-tory
By da age of twenty one I was reelin from da heat
Gettin side-ways glances from all da fuzz on da street
One day dis copper pulled me over cause e wanted to arrest me
I said, you can’t charge a man wit being long, strong n sexy
E said, I is eard dat you is been sellin cigarettes to minors
I said dat ain’t enough
E said, n we is got ya on da camera stealin socks and panty-liners
So, I ended up in court n dey wanted to convict me
I said, jus cause you got Malcolm X, don’t mean you is gonna get me
Da judge said, you is been here before for maxi-pads and cigarettes
I sentence ya to sixty hours cleaning public toilets
Chorus
I is da PMC and dis is me story
From da depths of defeat, to da heights of vic-tory
Sometimes erotic; sometimes bloody n gory
I jus hope, now you is eard it, you is not f*ckn sorry
Sometimes I breaks it down, so it is jus PMC
Dat stands for da psychotic master of cera-mo-nees
Back when I first started, I was known as da psychotic master of success
But I hads to get it changed, cause people was calling me PMS
Yo, so ere I go
I was born on one of da most dangerous places on Earth
Worse den Beirut or da Bronxe, it's da f*cken city of Perth
Me daddy was a seamstress n me mamma was a trucker
Is it any wonder I is a bad ass mutha f*cker?
Chorus
I is da PMC and dis is me story
Rags to riches; power n glory
Me mamma barely loved me; but she loved her f*cken lorry
When she couldn’t feed me milk, she used to feed me wit Midori
When I was ten, me teacher said, what ya wanna be?
I said, I wanna be a pimp until I turn twenty three
She said, you talk like dat again, I is gonna come round and slap yer
I said, when I turn twenty four, I is gonna be a gangsta rapper
Spent me spare time scratchn and rippn on me decks
Used to practice drive-bys on me f*cken BMX
When I was twelve, me Aunty Gladys slipped n hurt er back
She couldn’t shovel coal no mo, so er boss gave er da sack
She went broke n had to feed erself on bread n honey
So, I said I’d pimp er out to help er make a bit of money
Chorus
I is da PMC and dis is me story
Don’t fret if ya lose yo job at da fac-tory
Cause ya can join da PMC indus-tory
Dat’s how me aunt put me cousin thru dentis-tory
By da age of twenty one I was reelin from da heat
Gettin side-ways glances from all da fuzz on da street
One day dis copper pulled me over cause e wanted to arrest me
I said, you can’t charge a man wit being long, strong n sexy
E said, I is eard dat you is been sellin cigarettes to minors
I said dat ain’t enough
E said, n we is got ya on da camera stealin socks and panty-liners
So, I ended up in court n dey wanted to convict me
I said, jus cause you got Malcolm X, don’t mean you is gonna get me
Da judge said, you is been here before for maxi-pads and cigarettes
I sentence ya to sixty hours cleaning public toilets
Chorus
I is da PMC and dis is me story
From da depths of defeat, to da heights of vic-tory
Sometimes erotic; sometimes bloody n gory
I jus hope, now you is eard it, you is not f*ckn sorry
