[Verse 1]

I was raised in The Rich, with the killers and the dope fiends (Yeah!)

I was in the front line, you was in the nosebleeds (You was!)

An innocent man died while he was buyin' groceries

Tryin' to get provolone cheese and some roast beef

Never bring your ass to California, niggas might rob you

And they got a good excuse, gas cost 5 dollars

Hit your Craigslist ad, like "That's a nice offer!"

Snatch your shit and disappear quicker than Nightcrawler (Pew!)

I said to myself "I ain't gettin' stuck here!" (Nah!)

So a nigga had to roll the dice like Cuphead

Now move out the way ho (Move!), never try to play Mo

You better off barefoot steppin' on a Lego (Whoo!)

I play shows in Australia, I'm from the Bay though

I'm the [?] black Doja Cat is a shame for

Ya'll niggas lame-os, same old, same old

Send me a postcard from hell, do they make those?

[Chorus]

Do they make those

Send me a postcard from hell, do they make those

Do they make those (Ha ha! Ay-o! Look!)

[Verse 2]

There's multiple dimensions that different shit can take place

And this is the dimension where the weak niggas became famous (You suck!)

And they shootin' everywhere with no safe haven

'Cause it's easier to get a gun than a Playstation

Niggas still waitin' on a PS5

Catchin' COVID, waitin' in line at three Best Buys

While you still doin' shows with your weak-ass rhymes

But ain't nobody tryin' to die to see that BS live (You fuck up out of here!)

G-Mo cuttin' niggas off like a lightswitch

I quit fuckin' with you and I haven't heard a lie since

If you see me on the internet, right click

And save as "The Best Fuckin' Rapper of All Time, Bitch!"

I've been puttin' up for my clique

And now you wanna get behind it like the Heimlich

I tell a nigga like this

You can send me a goddamn postcard from Hell for 25 cent

[Chorus]

For 25 cent

You can send me a goddamn postcard from Hell for 25 cent

And it goes like this, listen...

[Verse 3]

My homie Amari used to treat me like an attack dog

He'd hear of niggas rappin' and he'd tell 'em "I'll be back, ya'll!" (I'll be back!)

He'd call me, I'd drop everything then I dash off

Show off, spaz off, and roast a nigga ass off

Boy, who let you come to school with them dirty pants on (Nigga!)

And you ashy as hell, we gon' call you Jack Frost

Take that fuckin' hat off (Bitch!)

It look like you tried to roll a condom over a basketball and then it snapped off (Oh!)

And the whole school would erupt

Everybody sayin' "G-Mo, you stupid as fuck!"

I would finish all my classes and as soon as I'm done

I'd help myself to an Asian bitch's pussy for lunch

And you can ask anybody from CC college

Even Cool John and I am [?] (Shoutout, Cool John!)

But if you wanna argue with me 'bout it

Send me a postcard from Hell, I'm in the Fiji Islands, nigga!

[Chorus]

I'm in the Fiji Islands

Send me a postcard from Hell, I'm in the Fiji Islands, nigga!

[Outro]

Stu Bangas!

What?!

Filth!