MAILMAN He drives a van MAILMAN Its blue and white MAILMAN He works for the government MAILMAN He?s fucking corrupt [Chorus:] MAILMAN SPEEDING DOWN
This is such a bad place, that I don't Like these types of places you say But I'm sorry this is reality This ain't no goddamn fantasy world I live my
I'm highly insulted that you stabbed me in the back I put my trust in you and you went over my helmet Toying with my heart like a child playing in traffic
If good things come to those who wait, how much longer do I have? [repeat]
you repping the bionic six Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us That four-five will spit
to give that bottom a beating Even though I'm what they call a rap singer With business to handle I got time to Carat my woman neck and her finger (Yea
with the fifth venom in denim (Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin? Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three ninety-four ninety-five all that other
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the
like bear huntin with a switch A part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame Detroit is hella
is iller than me No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' they fingers
's a shame Realest niggas doing it, them clowns they ruin it Shut 'em down give 'em pounds cause palms go glue in it Sticky finger niggas steal each other
from the book called "Voodoo Economics" by George "Papa Doc" Bush. Music by the "Village People" the very military "Macho Man." "Company!!!" "Macho, macho man!" "Two-three-four
sprite paint don't wasted Mix it up grandma drank it than tasted Now grandma sippin syrup leanin wasted Walkin around fuck up twistin her finger Homegirl
between her legs Had a tap like a keg while you were drinking the dregs Just pull the styles fine, told her to lick her fingers Answer up the bass line
show me every place First one sleeps inside his bed Place my fingers on his head To each temple push and smother Till my fingers touch each other [Shaggy