Generic hip hop artist - Letterbox

I asked her for a hug, just a little squeeze,
She said, "That's harassment, get away from me, please!"
Tried to hold her hand, just to feel some grace,
She called the cops, said I’m "invading her space."

So I sat in my room, full of rage and despair,
Wrote down my thoughts—"Would anybody care?"
If I scream at the world through a letterbox slot,
Would they lock me up? Yeah, probably—a lot.

"Can I lick your cunt? I’ll pay you a ton!"
Slip it in your mailbox just for fun.
The cops kicked my door, said, "This is a crime!"
But a loveless world? That’s the real damn slime.

They dragged me downtown, read me my rights,
"You can’t say that stuff, it gives women frights!"
I said, "Officer, please, don’t you see the joke?
A society this cold is what makes folks broke."

No touch, no love, just swipe left and right,
We’re all so lonely but "that’s modern life."
So I’ll sit in my cell with my paper and pen,
Writing more letters to do it again!

"Can I lick your cunt? I’ll pay you a ton!"
Slip it in your mailbox just for fun.
The cops kicked my door, said, "This is a crime!"
But a loveless world? That’s the real damn slime.

So here’s my fine, here’s my shame,
At least I tried to play the game.
But if love’s a crime, then lock me tight—
I’d rather be crazy than die of spite.

Although I was rude and they said “that’s wrong,”
women praise a killer, like he belongs.
four thousand letters, they draw hearts in red,
To a man who left two angels dead.

Although I was rude, maybe too real,
Now I'm the weirdo with a court appeal.
Meanwhile, Ted Bundy fan clubs thrive,
While I’m banned from Tinder just for being alive.