Dear Marshall,
Call me P.I. Magnum, Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson the Branson double action multi platinum, I write my own rhymes cuz Drake stay acting. I never flinch. My enemies’ faction gets no reaction to their ladies fashion. You would think these rappers studied “How To Be Whack” son. After they diss me I make them print a redaction. Drilling their skull with haymakers like its hydro-fracting. Fractal geometry on these carpets like my name’s Aladdin. And I switch the scheme like its provolacting the parasitic semen from her face to the napkin. I swear I scare these other killers like my father was Patton. I’m like Dr. Dre axiom aftermathing. Got two naked females Turkish Bathing. I freestyle so much its the never ending story call me Sebastion kidnapped your style forgot the note for ransom. I stay sniping audio assassins. Your favorite rapper never leaves his mansion. This little white boy madman from the suburbs is gaining traction. Every rhyme you spit is always the same old black sin yacing faking in the van Volkswagen. Crying how your life is so miserable but youve been a multi-millionaire since the year 2000. I honestly dgaf if I ever shit on the game cuz your anus stay record contracting. Its like you’ve turned into an incorporated gay-passing anglo saxon glancing. Your light-skin M&M is melting like your ears are vinyl record waxing. In your ivory tower that I stay battle axing. You should really put those rhymes in the biohazard trash bin. Lets just agree this beef we aint ever hashing. I got allies in my corner I can tag in. Cuz where there is smoke there is flames your skin is ashing, youre built like every meal you anorexia ration and your ass takes a lashing for rainbow flag flashing and your cheeks are mashing the shit that comes out of your mouth its like youre incapable of handsome dashing. Feminem fapping. Youre stuck on a demoted rank sashing. Your music getting worse and worse like your voice is chalkboard scratching and im like the blank check youre cashing. Transracial like your skin is redneck rashing. Your career is crashing. Its like I hate you with a fruit passion. Don’t offer me shit because I’m no longer even asking. Punk we aint never gonna stop clashing. Its your perverted sadomasochism sexuality im bashing because youre evil thinking capping. You couldnt get lost in a city as big as Manhattan. I’ll cut your microphone like your emotional wound is gashing. Youre another wannabe Jack’s Mannequin meets Anakin meets bin Laden. You aint shazam and you aint black adam. Youre just the bricks and im always splashing. Im the number one and youre just a fraction. You remind me of dennis rodman and im always steve nashing. I hope your music gets hit with economic sanctions. You remind me of a kentucky clansman. Swallow any pill you can get your hands on. You think youre special but youre not even a Datsun. Why dont you boof a tampon. And tell us what happened to the kratom. You seem like you really wanna be the only white person capable of rapping. You lost half your fandom. You aint the same Marshall bro wtf happened? I think you should try to date a girl whose posed in Maxim. But you prolly wanna suck a fat one. I think you lick man ass like a cat tongue. Your style reminds me of a choking vacuum. Uptight jerk tantrum. Maybe you should smoke weed puff the cellular cytoplasm. I roll my own blunts but I never passed em. Ass cracked em. Like an anal orgasm. I’ll dump your body in an endless chasm. And you can remember me as the ghost phantasm. I’m the chain of command planet captain. Involuntary psychiatric nervous spasm. Man and Woman the Kama Sutra tandem. I’m dressed so sharp this Z1994 Rich Gangster used the NRG to nuclear split the atom. Time to about face the music. You fell off thats what happened. Like a turtle race with B Rabbit I’m mentally snapping. Prone to spazzing. Go fuck-off yourself. I’ll just go listen to Saosin. I used to be your number one fan, now I’m constantly off-mouthing alibi vouching. Nicotine salt pouching. Paw-southing fuck your couching slouching. Hidden Dragon Tiger Crouching. I’m not a communist. I’m dictator ousting. Detroit Red Wing King Gordie Housing. Slam Dunk Yao Ming. I smell superstar punani meowing. I’m dancehall daggering jousting. Because the lesbian porn-stars are arousing. Nurse Ratchet victim of proxy Munchausen. I believed in you Marshall but the gas I am dousing. I’m a fire flame spitter. And I’m against the ropes but I’m used to belt-bouting. Its about time you meet me face to face so we can transfer the crowning. Since Day-1 I’ve been Stan downing. How many times you gonna subliminally diss me? because youre incapable of Rich Browning. My natural voice is beautiful sounding astounding and perfect ProTools bouncing. The days I’ve been waiting to blow-up I stopped even counting. I’m the man without fear Plymouth Prowling. Dick Brown well endowing. If you want to fight me face to face then on-guard because I ain’t clowning. You are the Rap Devil Lucifer. And I am the yo-yo-yo what’s up yo? Raw dogging fully bat wounding resounding approval 5 foot 7 rebounding cat & mousing most definitely wowing incredibly right-nowing harrowing no doubting my wasted talent scientific rounding rap genius alternate routing path to greatness and iron fist touting gangster and a gentleman marijuana founding wake & bake morning star rousting scar tissue ouching misanthropy grouching end of the world 100% Full Proof plan wrath of God sermon amounting. Hendrix over Kendrick’s standing next to the mountain and chopped it down with the edge of my hand voodoo child bounty on the head of this Puerto Rican rapper from Rockland County. If you want to know the truth then just listen to Eminem’s songs the ones where his verses is all about me.
RICH BREEZY 