Postal

Chorus:
Might turn up at you house with a home-made bomb - x3

Verse 1:
There's nothing I love more, than a violent rap song and the uproar that it causes, what the fuck did you come for, I'm the cocaine cum lord, leave your cunt sore, through the front door, with the guns drawn, been a fun talk, but I'm walking out with the sauces, I'm unsure if it's unlawful, so much porn, should'a been unborn, hung, drawn and quartered, I'm on a high horse in a psych ward with a mic cord, I'm an eyesore to the blind, I would die for my cause like Guy Fawkes, with a mind warped, my thoughts aren't like yours, I'm a night crawler, Kingpin's white wall, you'd look great outlined white chalk, my flaws are infinite, but the dick's gorgeous, turn my in-laws in to outlaws, bring out the pitchforks and get your lit torches, sick thoughts, it gets a bit morbid, some people like to get tortured, like the best whores, and I collect corpses, life is less awkward, in the morgue, at least everyone knows they're dead, maybe, I'm not sure.

Verse 2:
That boy got the Devil in him, but I never listen, got a better vision, now my head is spinning, like an exorcism, try'na sever limbs, you'll end up dead or missing, repetition but expecting different is the definition of a mental prison, these are metaphysics, on an expedition, it's an exhibition, I'm a stable genius, the revolution won't be on the television, but I'll get a link and we can stream it, never left the kitchen, cooking up a storm, looking at 'em all, they need to be defeated, we can be the leaders, of our generation, never get complacement, bunch of mother fuckers acting like they're one of us, but underneath they're secretly elitist, we can read your features, see it in your face, get your heart trampled, I'm a bad seed like Dark Bramble, I'm a black sheep, like three bags full, I brang heat, that they can't handle, try'na be deep, when they're all shallow, try'na be free, when they're all cattle, don't even put your feet in my shadow.

Verse 3:
And it's raining razor blades, try'na stay awake, drinking hateraid, ain't a way in hell I'd ever fade away, I don't made mistakes, these are ancient ways, from a sacred place, gonna make it rain, get ya naked, nothing but an apron, put you in the kitchen, make you bake a cake, gonna fuck you different, we don't take a break, when I stick my dick in, then I make a lake, when I make you cum, came to save the day, no pain, no gain, no way, Jose, so much cocaine, I'm like propane, but I won't change like Kurt Cobain, I'd rather die than be mundane, dream one day, we come take, the front page, beat drums make, teacups break, weak cunts hate, feet up blaze, be unfazed, seafront waves, need some change, defund Jakes, street's unsafe, we brung base, become banes, see some flames, beast untamed, we cut veins, leave blood stains, heat up brains, eat up hate, reach up wave, need updates, we run trains, keep up mate.