Dear Mister "I'm Too Good to Come on Stream and Save My Fans"...
This will be the last tweet 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 DMs, I wrote the hangout links on 'em perfect! *hick*
Shhhooo... this is my death threat I'm sending you, I hope you read it.
I'm in my Nissan right now, I'm doing 90 and on my way!
Hey Jim, I drank two bottles of Maker's!
I'm just so fucking sad!
You know the song by Da Gunt, "World's Best Dad"??
Clownin' me, my life and my dreams of seeing my son Xander...
That's what it should be like with you and me, this aint just banter!
You should have been there so they wouldn't call me "fatty"!
Now it's too late, and you'll never be my daddy!
And all I wanted was a lousy tweet or a call!
I hope you know I ripped all of your posters off the wall!
I love you Jim, we coulda been together, think about it!
You ruined it now, I hope your ass gets covid and you stream about it!
And when you stream I hope your headset breaks and you scream about it!
I hope your cancer eats at you and you dream about me!
See Jim... shut up May! I'm tryin' to holla!
Hey Jim, that's my woman countin' our last dollar.
We spent it all on gas, pills and a used .45! I hope you're ready to die...
I thought you were my father but it was all a fucking lie.
Well, gotta go, we're almost at your house now...
Oh shit, without Gator, how am I supposed to stream this shit out?