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[Verse 1: Whipstick]
Stumbled out the front door on the porch
I found my eviction notice, it was signed by the courts
And walkin’ up just to stuff another past due in the mailbox
Stack keeps pilin’ up, I started trippin’, but just then I thought
To myself, fuck this mail courier
Satchel filled up with sadness, I wanna snatch it, but the plan occurred
I wanna follow them home, I wanna make it known
That I wanna hear the sound of my scalpel against bone
I know it’s not your fault, it’s time to shoot the messenger
You signed up for the wrong kind of work, there’s no protecting ya
You could fight us, but it might not work, you’re something special, yo
You’re tied up with a skin-tight shirt, it’s nothing better for you
I took your keys ‘cause you’re locked in the dungeon
You’re never gonna see the light of day again, ain’t that somethin’
I tried to comfort you, promising you that I would come for you
If you try to run and bring me bills, so what you wanna do

[Chorus: Whipstick]
Everything’s gonna be alright
When you’re running from your problems and we bring our knife
I’ma carve your heart out, barf when I park the car
In the parking garage and wait all night
Everything’s gonna be alright
When you’re looking back and thinking how you lived your life
No time for regret, the only sign that you’re gonna get
We bind up both your hands while we’re singing it’s all fine

[Verse 2: McNastee]
I track a package from Federal Express
It’s been a month, I’m ‘bout to catch a federal offense
When that motherfucker pull up, put out my cigarette
Pull out the slick Beretta and start pepperin’ the gent
Get bent, I’m fiending for my meds, and my head’s
Just a little off balance, so I’m challenging my friends
Games of Russian roulette, only one empty chamber
Life ain’t worth livin’ without a lot of bit of danger
Man, I can’t control my anger, why this box in Atlanta?
I be shocked, but I promise you, it happens everyday here
Another truck in a ditch and a driver with his head clipped
Clear off his shoulders, where my meds, bitch?
I got a body count like Ice-T
I’m a dog, never seen a postman I wouldn’t fight, G
Get your priorities straight, bring my mail ‘fore I trip
And pick you off your route and ask you, where my meds, bitch?

[Chorus: Whipstick]
Everything’s gonna be alright
When you’re running from your problems and we bring our knife
I’ma carve your heart out, barf when I park the car
In the parking garage and wait all night
Everything’s gonna be alright
When you’re looking back and thinking how you lived your life
No time for regret, the only sign that you’re gonna get
We bind up both your hands while we’re singing it’s all fine

[Verse 3: Mr 8 Legz]
It’s a quarter to three, and knowin’ me
I'm mad for no given reason, wish I could just go to sleep (Yup)
But here's the openin’, a time where I open up the blinds
Watch the mailman of mine drop off what's owed to me (What’s up, bitch)
Divorce papers and restraining orders
They’re tellin’ me I'll see that worthless whore in fucking court again (God damn it)
Cornered him like what's this about, thought we were sorta friends
Mean you're on my porch six out of seven days or more, depends
What the fuck is with you always bringin’ me bad news? (For real)
It's either pay this or do that, and if I don't, you come back
With more trash sayin’ I have to, that's mad rude
And yes I'm that dude, paper mache’d a shank to stab you
Like take this back, (Bitch) matter of fact
Return it to every sender and then impale 'em with that (Do it)
Never mind, you can't be trusted, get in the house
'Bout to cut your tongue out, seal up an envelope, and bounce
Knowing that

[Chorus: Whipstick]
Everything’s gonna be alright
When you’re running from your problems and we bring our knife
I’ma carve your heart out, barf when I park the car
In the parking garage and wait all night
Everything’s gonna be alright
When you’re looking back and thinking how you lived your life
No time for regret, the only sign that you’re gonna get
We bind up both your hands while we’re singing it’s all fine
Everything’s gonna be alright
When you’re running from your problems and we bring our knife
I’ma carve your heart out, barf when I park the car
In the parking garage and wait all night
Everything’s gonna be alright
When you’re looking back and thinking how you lived your life
No time for regret, the only sign that you’re gonna get
We bind up both your hands while we’re singing it’s all fine