Dear… Rudiff,
Nah, that’s not good enough.
That’s not good enough.
Dear...

Dear bitch,
I guess I changed my mind
It’d be anti-climactic to drop this on a good line
I been thinking a lot ‘bout what you said to me
And the more I thought, the more you end up dead to me
Your words pricked like a viper’s bite
I might suck out that venom just to use it for spite
Uh—that’s why I write this
-To let you know I’m coming for you
You got another place to stay?
Because I’m gunning for you
Running all the way…
I’ll be there in a day or two...
I’m not your friend,
So I don’t know who the fuck is praying for you
I’m not delaying, I’m just giving fair-warning
Got one chance to leave before I show up and start goring
Dig—boring my nails through your cheeks
And pull out your teeth with the bent end of a tire-iron
No need for pliers—too quick and too painless
Was gonna drop a chorus, but don’t even wanna sing that shit

I just wanna string you up
I wanna push weights on your legs and bust your kneecaps out
Shove needles in your pupils,
And drag ‘em ‘round the iris
Get that disinfectant ‘cause I don’t want you to die yet
Blood and bile as you puke up worms
Lap it in a glass and make you drink your own vomit
Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter
Dreaming up your funeral while I throw you in the gutter, cunt

I been crafting up and scheming
And thinking of all the many ways that I could stop you from blinking
Man, you gonna’ see the full show!
And I’m counting down the hours and minutes before it’s air-time
Ahh, you hear that?
The sound of your cries,
As I’m burning off your cuticles with a soldering iron
And I don’t mean to be critical, I’m kinda’ analytical
Admit I’m going too fucking far
But I been off my meds for three fucking weeks
Man, this feels great!
For the first time in a while, I can finally fucking think
My shrink’s been telling me to stay on ‘em
‘Cause she can’t do her fucking job,
She said it’s not her problem
The trauma you gon’ go through
When I show you pictures of her
But you the main course, call that bitch an early dessert
I’m being literal, I’m really gonna’ eat ya’
Rip out your esophagus and wolf it like a pizza

I just wanna bleed you dry
Bloat your fucking body, fly you like a kite
I’m in your skin
I’ll slip my tongue into all the little muscles and fibers
-Loosely holding you together
Blood and bile as you puke up worms
Lap it in a glass and make you drink your own snot
Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter
Dreaming up your funeral while I throw you in the gutter, bitch

Hey, I’m being saved now
There’s a warm, bright light creeping ‘round my ankles
It means there’s still a chance to rise to Heaven
Forgive and forget and never regret
And as iron sharpens iron, so man sharpens man
-Proverbs 27:17
I understand now
I have been changed—my soul has been lifted
Because of you, man… all pain done shifted

Sike!
What you think, I believe all that?
Ain’t no “God” gon’ stop this fucking demon attack
Ain’t no Heaven for you, ain’t no Hell for me
When you die, you gon’ end up on a dirty fucking street corner
Where I drop the trash bag with your body parts shoved in it
You end up in the sewer when I vomit you out
‘Cause I can’t properly digest your fucking bone marrow
And once you’re dead, I’ma break and fuck the glass of your mirror too

I’m only rolling in one nigga deep
I don’t mean to preach, but I’ma wake you from your sleep
And rape your faggot ass with a pitchfork
Just one time, so I can live it back and masturbate to it
Blood and bile as you puke up sperm
Slap it on a plate and make you eat your own shit, bitch
Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter
Dreaming up a funeral while I throw you in the gutter, motherfucker
-Tru