FlatSamwold - LATE MAIL lyrics

[Verse 1: Finito] HMM Snake the pied piper Aim so accurate you woulda thought he was a slav sniper Shut up or I'll knife yah Nothing like some fresh gin on a hot day in vienna Bullet straight to the centre, can't believe it either But the stamina be so weak he had to take a breather Never gonna leave her The bloke selling' the stanky stuff look like a beaver Bronsolini in the bay, like an otter on easter HAHA he yelled 'CYA!' He left it for the roaches We ride premier venues like the coaches I'm the god of rap just like moses Oh yes yes sir, can i buy 25 cents worth of roses That's that like I was born like this farewell to the posers [Verse 2: FlatSamwold Spike my drink or my stepping stool Backyard Pool full of blood by a wrecking ball I dress cool, im a big man and make the big look small 5 kilogram of bullets and a cannon with a fireball We 15, 14 Something from the forties Stage crowned woldito down and its bound to be naughty We all make rhymes, beats and we all kinda sporty New Royalty, proved enough so give us the queen's corgis Curtains up, show down We shut down the whole town New kings with new sound Shut up and pa** us the crown Silently sneak off like the murder of a clown We tour around like mad dogs at a playground