With parts of their body through the mail
See i'm ahead but you stay the snail
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track
Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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