@Bambino,
Bambino, matey boy, you make me laugh -
Talking bout the postal service, I got half
a mind to say you work for them
lurk for them around letter boxes
In a little blue shirt dodging doggies hungry for bollockses.
I don't do no menial ****
I'm legit,
a real rapping brother who will do his bit
to service rhyme
but gives no time to old ladies waiting to be dropped a line.
I'm fine with hustling, making riches
My work is bustling with benjamins and bitches.
I'm in stitches, listening to you talk like Postman Pat,
Hell, I bet you even have a cat, well, as for that,
I got one too, but it's a cougar, and it gives no second chance,
to bitches cos this cougar's living in my pants,
And I got balls like those you find on elephants.
I gotta go cos the night is coming
And you'll be running
off to bed while I'm out and gunning,
cos you gotta get up early to deliver,
I'll cry a river
When I get up tomorrow late, lay in the sun,
with a bitch on either arm, another one,
on the end of my jimmy, others shimmy in the pool,
we'll be thinking of our postal friend, Bambino, fool.