Open Letter To Alfamega From YN
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Nigga, what is wrong with you? You got kicked out the crew TWO MONTHS ago. Where you been? Now I know you probably aren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer but did it really take that long to put your thoughts together. And don’t you know, Tip is locked up! What’s he supposed to do for you right now? He got enough shit to worry about especially with Tiny’s lil ass runnin’ around tryin’ to be a TV star. Have you seen that garbage on BET? Damn, can the incarcerated king get a lil’ peace of mind, shawty?
I’m sure the Tipster appreciates all the goon duties you fulfilled in the past. But sooner or later, the party has to end. The Bang Em Smurfs always get sent back to the hood eventually. Whatchu need Tip for anymore? You got a name now. And as stained as your rep is, you’re one hit away from being relevant. Look at Officer Ricky. Let him be your new muse. Put a big-ass poster of him on your wall. Mega!
Whether or not you’re a snitch don’t matter. This is the music business. The kids just want some hits. Go write a catchy-ass chorus or some shit. Drop that shit on the Internets, get you a buzz and somebody will try to sign you, you big brute. Time to bake your own pie, tough guy. Anyway, this bloodclot cryin’ is too little, much too late. Bottomline: You’re not gonna get any closure from Cliff. Move on, soldier.
P.S. Oh yeah, your mug frightens me. I don’t want no problems. Word to Scrappy. Be clear: This was written strictly for comedic purposes. Someone explain to this nigga what tongue-in-cheek is. Keep on truckin’.
Inspiration: Alfamega Sends T.I. A Kite