Dear Mr. I’m-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This’ll be the last forum post I ever send your ass
It’s been six months, and still no word – I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two posts
I wrote the addresses on ‘em perfect
SO this is my message I’m sendin’ you, I hope you read it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doin 90 down Kavala
Hey, Xkan, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
you kno the song by Phil Colins, “In the Air of the Night”
About that other guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin’
But didn’t then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin’
Now it’s too late, I’m on a thousand downers now, I’m drowsy
And all I wanted was a post back, or a skype call
I hope you know I ripped all of your postals of my forum wall
I Loved you, Xkan, we coulda been together – think about it!
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you scream about it; I hope your conscience eats at you
And you can’t breathe without me
See, Xkan – Shut up, bitch! I’m tryna talk
Hey, Xkan, that’s my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you
‘Cause if she suffocated shell suffer more then she’ll die too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost outa data now,
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?!