Your face is on the side of our Jam Van. It was painted there by one Jules Muck. She is apparently a big fan of your catalogue and personage. I myself am not very familiar with your music, and of you what I know is mostly from the fuck-fuck scenes in that Biggie Movie. Also whatever I read in the Newsies about you doin’ hood rat shit. So back to the matter at hand, your punum, our Jam Van.
Basically, the way I sees it is you pretty much owe us, pretty much big time. That shit is art, and that Van is like a God amongst other vans, so you basically got arted (not farted)(maybe farted) on a God, fo’free. So in an effort to make this not fo’free (cause we ain’t the Catholic Church girl), I’m writing to ask you to be a part of a once in a lifetime experience. Get your music off of that same tired out old road (hood rat lane). Come ride with us on a new one. Jam in the Van Lil’Kim, come tear that shit up, and as Kurt Cobain is my witness, I will kick Captain Jack square in the nuts if you drop those rhymes, and we will film it (the rhymes and the nut-kick).
Hit me back on ma’Twitta, oh ma’Facebook, or jus’beep’at’ma pager.
p.s. Fuck Nicki Minaj
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