Cardboardi B - Packing Heat (feat. Saint Jess)

I got an order on the Anti-Hoarder-er-er-er-er
Swore to send within a day no mor-or-ore or
I would break my policies on the order-er-ers
Like a fight breaking out at a Trump rally of supporters
It doesn't matter if I'm sending it to Maine or to Mordor
One day handling is a promise that this company is swore to
Cause we're killing the game like our name is Lizzie fucking Borden
Orders coming in so fast my shelves of shit are shortening
This ain't Jumanji motherfucker, don't let the game kill you
You've got packages to send, it's what you were born to do
I was born to play with packages, you can call me Kevin Clash
Girl rethink where you put that box cause it don't belong in the trash
He's packing heat like the box is on fire
It's the six one seven, he runs this empire
Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired
You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael fucking Myers
I'm cranking shit out fast like it's being sent Priority Express
That's cause when it comes to this shit I'm undoubtedly the best
No, not in rap, Pac's got that shit locked up next to the bullets in his chest
But I can package a goddamn vest like it's nobody's motherfucking business
I never fuck a fan cause at my shows they always got the clap
Got to really wrap your package before you deliver to their laps
If you think I fucking suck, clean the cum out of your ear gaps
Then go hop in a fucking coffin and take a motherfucking nap
Tie you- Tie you up with packing tape and throw you in the river
Be sure to drag your feet along the dock so that you get a sliver
Cocaine is white, traded for anthrax with my shiny silver
You can expect that in your mailbox sometime in September
He's packing heat like the box is on fire
It's the six one seven, he runs this empire
Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired
You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael fucking Myers
You ever go and suffocate someone with a piece of fucking cardboard
And pressed a boxcutter to their throat all just cause you were bored?
Shoved a handful of packing peanuts down her motherfucking gourd
If you read a list of all I've done, your mouth would hit the floor
Cause I'll always pack the fucking heat until the day I'm fucking dead
Like I'm shipping out a space heater to your fucking Uncle Fred
Meanwhile I'm banging your Aunt Samantha in the back a the dance club
And the deliveries won't stop until the fucking sun comes up
Your sister's fucking fun to fuck, she's got the flow like Nas' ether
When I pull down her skirt it's like staring in the mirror
Stick my package in her box but forgot to correctly pack it
If only I knew just how to bubble fucking wrap it!
He's packing heat like the box is on fire
It's the six one seven, he runs this empire
Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired
You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael fucking Myers
Ah
Ah ah ah
Yeah
Packing Heat
Ah ah ah
One more time!
He's packing heat like the box is on fire
It's the six one seven, he runs this empire
Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired
You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael fucking Myers
Ah ha ha ha
Yo, it's Cardboardi B
I'm not your 32 ECT shit
I'm a fucking 500 pound double-walled box motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's fucking trash
Fuck yourselves, I'm recyclable
Bitch

Written by:
Shawn McNamara

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