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?!