[Intro]

Fuck you

Anvil

Hauntaholics, you bastards

H-H-H-Hauntaholics

It's the gang!

Bloody stones on my wrist, bloody stones on my chain

Haunted Mound, 3AM Gang shit

Iced out chainsaws, it's the Haunted Mound ritual

Haunt-O-Holics, Real Mound Shit

MoundRich, bitch!

[Chorus]

I'm going Postal, won't you test me?

And you might drop dead, now you missing

Cut you up, watch you bleed, I ain't playing

[?], won't you test me?

I'm going Postal, won't you test me?

And you might drop dead, now you missing

Cut you up, watch you bleed, I ain't playing

[?], won't you test me?

[Verse]

Going insane, bitch, I'm going postal

Gun to your head, now your brain make a hole

Piss on you, light gasoline, set you on fire

[?]

I regret nothing, I'm going Postal

Finna break into your house, and up it like [?]

Revvin' the chainsaw now, I'm finna chop your head off

Dumb cops can't catch me, I'm finna blow my head off

[Chorus]

I'm going Postal, won't you test me?

And you might drop dead, now you missing

Cut you up, watch you bleed, I ain't playing

[?], won't you test me?

I'm going Postal, won't you test me?

And you might drop dеad, now you missing

Cut you up, watch you bleed, I ain't playing

[?], won't you test me?