Postcard

Got off to a slow start, but it's cool, I use my whole heart

Just to get up, make some more art, feel like Mozart

Compose flows, while they wonder if hoes is bros

I know myself, I'm a male; postcard

These folks ought to lighten up quick

'Cause when the war comes, these words not about to mean shit, cancel this dick

You better learn how to handle a glock

Y'all saw the president almost get his head popped off

And the ones wishing that it happened

The same ones who quick to get offended from the use of the word faggot

Make it make sense, but then again, I don't expect sense from commies

Y'all equal a percentage of our pedestrians

In college, blue hair types, look like lesbians

I got enough bullets to wipe all y'all out, including Destiny

Steven Kenneth Bonnell II

I bet the first was a bitch too

This for everyone that look like you, be careful

Never know what someone might do, I'm watching

People plotting on your every move, don't dox him

We already know where he stay, it's obvious

Public info, just better pray that when I pull up

You know how to get low, faggot, this not a pistol

If I pull up I'm shooting rockets and missiles

Strap a bomb to the bottom of your car, put the key in the ignition

Soon as you turn it, you turn into char

I bet he saying I took it too far

What if somebody put hands on your child?

All 'cause you run around and let these foolish words come out your mouth

I'd be ashamed if my father sucked dick

So forgive me, I can't help but feel sorry for your kid

But if he's anything like you, I don't feel bad about it

Bet the little fuck ain't worth the gum on my shoe

I'm off and running, I wonder when the war coming

Remember, don't go for your neighbors, go for the pundits

Go for the streamers, the public speakers, the disbelievers

Gotta bleed the intentional misconceivers

The word twisters, the form shifters, the two faced

You gotta cut off the head of the snake

Who got the power? Who got the audience and influence?