Dear Mo’, I wrote you, but you still ain't postin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two PMs back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem with Ron’s bandwidth or somethin'
Sometimes I typo members’ names too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your trotter?
My horse’s pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father. If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Dana.