Dear Ms. I'm-Too-Good-to-Stream-for-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been a month and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two posts
I wrote the captchas on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey, gooba, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive
You know the song by Phil Collins "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could've saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him
That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a member stream or a tweet
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you goomba we could've been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream
I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you
And you can't breathe without me
See, gawr, shut up bitch, I'm tryna talk
Hey, gura, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
