NotKevin - Going Postal Lyrics

Waltzing through the office
With a f*cking gold revolver
You got problems Imma solve 'em
I got bullets you won't dodge 'em
I swear to god I'm bout to bring this place down
Pullin' up with the shottie I'm about to say
How you like me now?
Pulling up with the burner, one shot in the air
Got all the heads turning, bitches swirling their hair
Homicide on the mind, I'm putting minds on the wall
Bouta fall, you're f*cked, I guess you Better Call Saul
You been scamming motherf*ckers outta millions of dollars
Now your luck is running out its time for you to see karma
And I'm texting all my homies telling them to stay home
Hope the motherf*ckers listen fore I empty their dome
Coming in fast pulling up with no warning
I bet the morgue will be full before 10 in the morning
I'm Storming like a Trooper
Adolf Hitler with a Luger
And a twisted sense of humor
You are doomed it ain't a rumor

Shoney, Kayla, Lisa
Eric, Lee, and Tina
It's time you started leaving
Before you're f*cking bleeding
I swear I'm f*cking dreaming
Been plotted and I'm scheming
And I'm bringing all you bitches down to death so you can meet him
I'm mad as f*ck I'm seething
I'm barely f*cking breathing
You've sowed and now I'm reaping
Have no conscience I'm a demon

I'll make a Courtesy Call
I'll make a Courtesy Call

I'll make a Coutsey Call and put your ass on the news
For all the scammy business practices and the people you use
You're about to get famous with the clicks and the views
Now your company will fall when I show off the truth
How you gonna fire me with all of your secrets?
I got my mouth wide as f*ck and I'm not gonna keep 'em
You been hiding hella skeletons up in the closet
But Ash is not around now so the Evil Dead talking
Yeah I could kill you it'd be easy as shit
But then you'd never f*cking suffer for the shit that you did
So yeah I'll still blast ya, but not with a gun
Put your asses online, let the people be judge
256-401-5018
26 North Broadway that's where they be
Calling old ladies raising money for kids
But someone show Timmy where the money is hid
Maybe in the nice ass truck out front
Maybe in the take out that's for lunch
Maybe in the parties where they getting f*cked up
In the club getting drunk doing bumps what's up