Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
Then '09 came, them bad record sales
They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale
With parts of their body through the mail
Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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