A nigga just got paid and we still was broke
I'll mail them to your door and send a note
Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail
With parts of their body through the mail
When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave
You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,
Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks
Where would i be without my dogs
Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back
Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack
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