letter bomb

tired of being bossed around getting the run around sweep your floors empty your trash you're the one who makes the cash tired of being a pissant 9 to 5 open my letter you won't be alive here's a present just for you when you' ll open it you'll be through sit behind your desk act like a king treat me like a human beeing give me the worst jobs i'm getting mad when you're dead i'll be glad here's a present just for you when you 'll open it you'll be through plastic explosive on your letter you'd be better off dead hope the building crumbles, on your head
DIE!DIE!