Hey Modest your mixtape's a tad long

With all these words you bleed out of you mouth grab a tampon

Please padlock all your sad songs

Suffocate yourself with the pillow you cry on with the lights on

Somehow time our nikon

To flash at the very moment you die on

I got an idea go grab your scion

Crash into an abyss and burst into flames Dylon

Cause you piss and moan like Thelma and Louise

Go ahead and get your bread, talk about some new piece

I'll stab you in the aorta, you fake surfboarder

I'd rather listen to Joe Porter about being a snowboarder

He's a better liar, and he can escape the fire

He and walka flocka flames walked across a flock of flames

Call it rites of passage, not rhymes froma faggot

Not some hipster doofus, who raps like mister clueless

I wish it was DMX beating you in the boxing ring

You're whiter than a minor league hockey team

You're a hip hop theme gone ponzi scheme

Without the money, what a cocky dream

You out of all people, underneath a church steeple

Please bro, you don't deserve the steelo

You Pesci from Casino, you haven't seen the whole movie

Dive into a sinkhole, yours truly

You need to die

Before you touch the mic

You're living such a lie

You're living such a lie

I saw you on 106 and park

Wanna chop you up into pieces and feed to a shark

Oh hire badger and skinny pete to shhot you in the dark

Now you're back Christianity by using Noah's ark

Have you realized your music has touched no one's heart

In a song you made a reference to Mozart

You can't even name a symphony, no sympathy

After you sampled breakfast at Tiffany's

Another movie you missed, I'm truly pissed

And you have the balls to say you're a film enthusiast

Why;d you put your hair in corn rows

You can't deliver you Digornio's, female hormones

By the way I riddled this letter with Anthrax

And a list of uncredited band tracks

Happy birthday you hit 21 black jack

See comedians never get the last laugh

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