mc porky

Mr. Lil Wayne I'm writing to you, you got my middle name But that's not why I'm writin this You see I know people won't be likin this Well I got this thought on my mind It's the reason I'm writin these lines Why you rappin like these girls are property This ain't no board game no monopoly They need treated properly I know people like your sound your content is the reason I turn the stereo down I heard a song by kj-52 it was to slim now I'm writin to you But there's no reason to fight with you For several years I only had hate for you now each night I drop to my knees and pray for you If it wasn't for kj it wouldn't be like that sex drugs and money how can you write like that I'm not telling you to change not tryin to make you guilty I wonder if you're missing God's love there's a possibility You haven't surrendered yet now you're suffering Now please don't go I need you to hear this I want to help I see your pain and suffering, and well i care cuz Rap is like marriage there's a commitment So where's the commitment to your fans When all else fails the truth is what stands Now mr. Wayne my name is not Stan You can call me sledge When we rap it's like we signed a pledge So where's the pledge to your fans When all else fails the truth is what stands

Scientist
Dear Kanye West, I know you have a fucked up head, And often you claim that you just saw red, Finding reasons for all those silly things you said, And I know it sounds harsh, I just wish that you were dead, Yes, maybe a little bit extreme alas this is my view, But I just tried to imagine life being you, It was hard, you're black and I'm white, true, But I thought a lot about the amazing stuff I'd do, If I had the financial resources of you, but, Remember at the 2006 MTV Music Awards when, You didn't win Best Video but got on the stage and then, Proceeded to try to claim the award? Zero out of ten, For your poor judgement skills Mr West, Remember when you said "I'm like a tree, I free'd the branches of the people" I'll be honest, I don't think you're evil, Okay I'll forget that you attacked a child, Or endorsed sweat shops, the fact your vile, Music so wet I call it the Nile, The fact your stupid face, Makes me want to chew and taste my own pubic waste, Rather than look at your smug facial features, When your music plays I always smash up the speakers, Jesus Kanye. Look what you have done to me, You reinforce the negative stereotype of your country, Negatively reflect the rap game as a whole, If I was the Devil even I wouldn't eat your soul, So for the sake of humanity, forget your abstract reality, Just go back to your family and indulge in bestiality, And I know you're going to be mad, But chill son, this is your dad.

Joel FREDDY
This here's an open letter to all these dudes who influenced a young me Kanye West, eminem, WeST SIDE, WU TANG and Jay Z Mad respect for your talent but dont' you recognize who it came from You rap about the money and the power like its you it came from you rhyme about women being raped and murdered, boy repent it could be your last hour It sickens me how i used to look up to the likes of you I was just a kid with my pants saggin and my head phones blarin You told me money and women and power and blunts was livin I found out the hard way the stuff you rap about leads to death but man I'm blessed, blessed to know the truth and it's set me free i may never sell albums I may never sell out arenas in New York Boston or Phoenix the world's a cold place, Why you promoting the hate? why you telling girls to twerk and get laid? You sell out for the money and the honey when you got a wife at home hope you realize when your six feet and dirty that your gifts were not your own turn to God and live for his glory, your life's a story, money runs out Live to please God, don't live for yourself or your material wealth joel Freddy take a breather it's cold outside so i crank the heater kanye on the news talking that he's Yesus remember Drop out when you said you walked with Jesus How'd it come to this? Sellout for the money and the prostitutes Do you know your worth? when you die you'll jus be dirt but what about your sole, i know you'll never read this but maybe my weak rhyemes will influence someone check waht you listen to folks, it's not just fun and jokes Man running outta lines i'm a rookie and I'm backspacing like I need a rewind HAHA, much love to Hip hop and all the Pops I write this cause i love the game and i don't care if you love the fame change your you'll die one day and be shamed hOlla out Joel Freddy

argonx
Dear everyone. Oh dear, everyone run Everyones done. I'm sick, I promise killing everyones, fun No really what I meant was I'm killing everyone's fun I swear I don't know what the fuck I will soon become Soon to gun, everyones son, everyones mum Everyones scum, Oh you got money? I don't give a fuck about anyones funds Make everyone dumb, I swear I just want to cut out everyones tongue Everyones dumb, lookin up to me like I'm everyones sun But they shit, where them beetles at cause everyones Dung Make em all look stupid cause let's face it guys everyones Dunn Ima be a hermit cause in a moment I swear everyone'll be shunned "Oh he's strung, cause he's not known by anyone" I don't give a fuck, your fame and name can't even gobble these nuts Follow your sluts, bitches just in it for a couple of bucks You gave a couple of bucks, I gave both middle fingers up I'm a virgin but in this flow my mind is dirty enough You biches flirty and huff, rap about big bubble butts Guess this concept is news to you but everyones sick of your stuff Well no not everyones finished, You still got some kids that'll listen Now they stuck in that bullshit lie that you got em to stick with You fucking nit wits, fippin the script, spittin bullshit I'm spittin clips, splitten ribs, reload motherfucker and spray up your lids Spray down your homes, know what fuck it. Spray up your kids. Then send your ass out the country like you never did exist I have no limits, my mind's unstoppable once I begin Walllow in sin, got so much potential but it seems you all is just wasting it Like "Smoke a blunt, another one, hit the club find a bitch She straight on my dick and shit, I smoke cigs and she handle more sticks than me like shit Probably gonna catch VD fuckin round this chick But pussies worth it, i'll just smoke more weed and shit" Now where the fuck that idea come from I'm fire like weed, burn everyones lungs

Quiver
<div>Dear pen, I wrote with you but you still aint<strong> performing</strong>, I left you on a letter without a <strong>warning</strong>, you didnt get my letter done for yesterday <strong>morning</strong>, I loved you like a bestfriend as our shared letters were<strong> forming</strong>, you never told me why my thoughts expressed were times im <strong>mourning</strong>, dont even dare let that ink dry out as im <strong>talking</strong>, every celebrity wonders why im never<strong> calling</strong>, its because the writers blocked when the pen is <strong>stalling</strong>.</div> <div></div> <div>Dear celebrity, whoever you are I <strong>need your help</strong>, I just need to hear you <strong>speak and shout</strong>, I just want to know you dont want to <strong>freak me out</strong>, just TELL ME ELSE MY WORDS WILL <strong>BREATHE IN CLOUT</strong>, I want to <strong>CHASE YOU</strong> but you <strong>MAKE ME</strong> want to <strong>leave this house</strong>, Im what <strong>MADE YOU</strong> so just <strong>THANK ME</strong> once dont <strong>leave me out</strong>, dont you ever dare to say our relationship was <strong>deceit in hell</strong>, because IM THE DEVIL who thought youd help me let these <strong>DEMONS OUT</strong>!</div> <div></div> <div>It's been 12 years now Im <strong>free from self</strong>, I was released from my psyche ward now my <strong>freedoms out</strong>, I hope youre doing well but I still <strong>need your help</strong>, I cant believe Im relieved from being <strong>released from doubt</strong></div> <div><strong></strong></div> <div>I have 26 cuts on my arm to count the days you dont <strong>see me</strong>, 27 might hit my shoulder dont take it as me being <strong>needy</strong>, I just know im your first priority <strong>deeply</strong>, you write to yourself stop being<strong> freaky</strong>, SEE! even my own pen wont <strong>believe me!</strong> buy me a new one the ink on this one's <strong>leaking</strong>, oh, wait, those are tear drops running down <strong>freely</strong></div> <div></div> <div>Dear Celebrity, your home looks great, this house is a <strong>TALL thing</strong>, it feels so cold though, it needs some <strong>warming</strong>, the fireplace is empty where bugs are <strong>crawling</strong>, oh, wait, THIS is the building I'm <strong>haunting</strong>.</div> <div></div> <div>P.S - Yours sincerely, what I <strong>hope is right</strong> in this <strong>hopeless night</strong> is the need for a <strong>poltergeist</strong>, I'll be your <strong>focus right?</strong> Maybe this will be the chance I get to what I <strong>wrote is like</strong> a <strong>road with lights</strong> in the <strong>open night......................</strong>YOU NEED ME!</div>

TAKTIK909
<div>YoWas once a sterile edgeCutting into some dumb shitSniffing up the lead Powdered substance on a slit wristGillette the fusion pro glide that shit straight through the head Peel skin and look through threads Like a thermonuclear war head I had Eminem on Infinite Playing on repeat You heard of hell? Well I was there last week Blood on my jeans Blood on my sheets I ain’t about to lie Like Kurt Cobain I Am freak When Getting head I leave her mouth with some hurting cheeks Getting a head of these nervous geek After smacking all em cheeks Out the way In the voice that Luda speaks Like a tech deck I let the fingers breach Crawl into her mess And begin to give a speechI love you’s and what I can afford needs to be cheap Let’s not assume you don’t creep Or let’s just assume you move like Rocky Dip low and reach While listening to Diplo’s Looking for me I’ll Just need another room and an elevator some purple rain and some pain reliever Will I feel the same Only if i wake up after the seizure Like Biggie Smalls said Am a piece of shitIt ain’t hard to fucken tellTook a pandemic to get me out of my cell Split personas Like Eminem and that puppet that he heldMany men wished death on me I could still hear them scream And the sound a body makes when it swells I used to like New York grind I was confused and thought Benzino would get me some thick hips and grind While wearing yellow platted boots I felt the mixture was fine Try to grow my hair long but like a chimps behind my shit was thin like Wong Kong All I needed was almond eyes And what a big surprise Motha fcker I can kick it like a cypher filled with all my allies Am Asian with persuasion Like the Vietcong Got down in some rap battles after listening to RA The rugged genius With all the good songs Talked about ass eatingAnd doing drugs Then waking up sleeping with Taylor Swift while Kanye’s giving me a back rub....Another influence .... legendary like when you hear Aesop philosophy you scream preach! The Sun spot on some off the wall shit you know the Jones’s they came and went They be like screeeech Slow down with that common sense .....</div> <div></div> <div></div> <div></div> <div></div> <div></div> <div></div>

sooamazing
<div>Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans... aw shit, that shouldn't be there... guess I'm taking the wrong stance...Alright, the man I'm devoting my verse tois the first russian battle-rapper, and my first, toosome of ya 'mericans may not heard of him, but I'll tell you this with great pleasure -he was the one to kill Dizaster in a battle,so that day ur nation had flashbacks to great depression(So mr. Oxxxymiron, they don't know you - but I do. I have a feeling SchoolboyQ named his album after you... You've been rapping around since like two thousand and two, and you were first out there to transfer words into digits like 2002.See? What I did there is something that you never had in your<strong> lush life</strong>. Any guesses? Yeah, a single wordplay and just one <strong>punchline</strong>.You're no "battle" anymore, <strong>but fine</strong> - you still have the "rapper". Yeah, the one that causes your <strong>butt-fire</strong>.I'm <strong>not trying</strong>to put shame on you, or get your ass pepperedyour girl dumped ya 'cause you studied math but you still asked eX whY Zat happened.Yeah, Oxxxy, I'm talkin '<strong>bout the AXIS</strong>. You claimed you had hundred girls but all I can see is <strong>just three x-es</strong>.Now you're a singer, Oxxxy, pretty sure your vacations and <strong>drinking valid</strong>. You had a concert in Athenes? You're popstar in Greece like <strong>Drake and Khaled</strong>.I know that to you my rhyme schemes may sound poor and basic, but unlike you I have guts & glory to face it, just like you I make 'em boring and phasing, but compared to you they're so superior and so amazing.Yes, just like the Spider-Man series, so don't despise me, I'm serious, you're black but white-skinned like Sirius, but please don't come back(just like Syrians).You were good then, but now begone, it's trust issue. Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you... Damn, what's wrong with me? Kurt <strong>Cobain says rapes</strong>. Shit, when will I finally manage to cope with "<strong>Copy and Paste</strong>"?..x</div> <div>x</div> <div>x</div> <div>x</div> <div>x</div> <div>x</div> <div>x</div> <div>x</div> <div>Yes, finally made it...</div>

Shadow Freak
Dear Drake, I'm writing to address some shit, I think that trash you spit is fake, you sounding like an Exorcist, Your music needs a therapist, some betterment, you far from a perfectionist, You need to exercise a specialist before I choke you with ya necklace. "Pound Cake"? What the hell is that? I'll take your cake with a pound from my fist and lay you flat, You better "Take Care" before "The Motion" of my bat, Hits you on your nose and spills your blood all over your bath-mat. It's "Too Much", you're seriously "Doing it Wrong", You rock that "Wu-Tang Forever" but can't list a single song. You don't speak "The Language" I'm talking, You should watch yourself when you're walking, It's "5 AM in Toronto" and it's getting kinda boring, So I'll take a "Shot For Me" and have you permanently snoring. I got "Trust Issues" with your "Headlines" idiot, You ain't worth all those millions, you lacking in brilliance, You not affiliated with literate, you considered a miscreant, You'll soon be a recipient of my insidious, you incipient. I'll "Come Thru" on my "Worst Behaviour", Kneel and pray to your Lord and Saviour, I'm about to, cave ya, head in, leave you in hospital bedding. It's "All Me" on this cypher, I'm killing this Drake dude, He can try and "Own It" and he'll get split into two, I'll lock him in "Marvin's Room" with a poisonous brew, and he can drink it or face The Art of War like Sun Tzu, Now in all seriousness, I don't mean to be rude, But it can't be just me who doesn't wanna listen to you, peace.

futuregoat123
dear dr dre/ im hoping that you read this letter I wanna bring funk back to rap to make the music better been wrightin lyrics, did the dearest things to make it big hopefully I will sopt ya face straight at another gig did hear about deathrow back then/ suge needs a ass whoopin/ fucked deathrow up like wcw with their bad bookin/ but lookin forward to mixed beats/ together like ionic/ spit supersonic/we and snoop can make another chronic/ niggas be jokin/ when they locin/ shown lemon tits/ because they pussies/ tryna flaunt/ but they aint dope one bit/ I aint from Compton but some cali girls got on my dick/ call me a g/ because I hit the g-spot real quick/ this aint no trick/ its some real shit I had to let you know/ and just like snoop on doggystyle/ ive neva loved a hoe/ it aint the ninetys but we'll fiind the classics in the vault/ get high to g thang on the track/lets get that chronic caught// cuz weed stuck too me like asphault when I hit me at first/ felt like a genius when it flew me/ so I threw a verse/ hersed every nigga in the building/ my shit causes chills/ aint biggie smalls but shit I drop niggas consider ill// got gills in side me cuz I blow the smoke all through my body/ and like deep cover ill 187 with any shotty/ hotties beside me in my ride/ I keep the panties wet// you kept heads ringin in the past/ but dre don't get upset// ill be ya protégé each day and stay your best success/ seen you turn snoop from crip and em from trip/ ill pass that test/ yes cuz the best to come and best to be will flee at last/ from this ol state of dumbass masses/ straight to aftermath/ the bath to change from a rapper to star will be real nice/ been studying aftermathmatics every single night/ and seen how dope hits can transform eve-ry single dike/ its all connected to the dopeness you spit on the mic/ why cuz the vibe will make em wanna ride and not fall off/ I see a bitch/ ill get her quick/ then I will break her off// the crew is true when people do it with the biggest ballot// of folks behind em/ not unwinding with the biggest faggot/ it play it straight/ and never pay to lay/ I do her free/ cuz hoes to me are like the money they all sweet like honey/ its funny jus how I said it/ but hear it cuz its true/ and I wont sweat it/ cuz ya dre /you know u do it too/ but any way I made this letter/ hope you get it fast Sincerely, future123 See you at aftermath!

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