Dear Mister-I-called-Stan-a-Fag,
this'll be the last email I ever send your ass
It's been six days and still no response - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two threats;
I typed 'em perfect
So this is my letter I write, I hope you read it
I'm about to get head from my boy, I really need it
Hey Rob, I drank a fifth of Red Bull, you dare me to drive?
You know that book by Greg Loughanis “Taking the dive?"
about that guy who was gay but kept on hidin’ it
but ended up on a poolboy riding it?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from flaming
Okay, I’m drinking jizz, not RedBull like I’m claiming
And all I wanted was a late night booty call
I hope you know I ripped ALL my Bob Paris posters off the wall
I love you Rob, 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 post I hope your fingers cramp and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Rob; {*screaming*
I'm trying to talk! Shut up punk!
Hey Slim, that's an NPC judge screamin’ in the trunk
but I didn't slit his throat, I poked his eyes out - even better
cause if he can’t see, then he might give me 1st at Nationals in November
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at your house already
Oh yeah, one more thing, do I look pretty in this teddy?
