Been running around trying find a job
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
Heard the sound of several gun shots
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email
With parts of their body through the mail
While i got my hand on the tec, wave
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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