- yawns. - My fingers need a workout. Since you aren't going to read this, I'll just enlighten the new kids around here about how sad your life is.

What's predictable is that your stupid ass will make fifty thousand more fucking posts on how RV is declining and how you're going to leave, but you'll always come crawling back like the stupid fucking maggot you are. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you need to go to Internetaholics Anonymous? Can you not just fucking delete rapverse.com from your favorites and fuck off? What's wrong with you? Are you addicted to people on here hating you? Do you have severe mental problems? Should you go and sign up for a therapist to diagnose you and give you some Xanax so you can chill the fuck out, shut the fuck up?

You're a GROWN UP loser with no life, who goes around on rap forums claiming to work around prestigious colleges and having high paying jobs...posting pictures of his dick and constantly upping his songs when no one but his tight-knit group of fellow immature dickriders actually give half a shit about the music he has been pumping out for the past few years, unnoticed by anyone outside of this rap site. It was, I recall, a momentous occasion when Q announced he had told his family he raps. But no one gave a shit.

Here's a list of what people hate about you:

- Everything.
- More things.

You can claim all you want, and you do, that you come on here and act childish because it amuses you, that it's just the internet and it's your alter ego and you're really a chill person offline, but you're just a fucking loser too scared to show the world how he really is, so he prowls around on kiddie rap sites making jokes about farts and toting proudly that you're LK's Best Audio MC. Your connection hasn't gone anywhere. Your Billion Dolla Project is through the microphone you spent eight hundred dollars on instead of going out and spending that money on, I don't know, having a social life outside of RV, using a few hundred dollar audio programs you downloaded off Limewire. And you're going to sit behind your little computer, wack off to gay porn, act like you're a wonderful christian because you ask for forgiveness and give a tithe to the aeons corrupt Church system---and you'll come to Cerebral Approach and all the other little forums you post your stupid childish bullshit on and you'll gush about how God loves you, how you got a free round of golf, that God loves to give free rounds to golf to you for giving some of your measly income to your kid-raping local church, while millions of people all throughout America alone starve to death, free to death, cry themselves to sleep.

You don't know shit about me. You don't know my social life. You try to give little stabs in the dark to undermine other people's mental frame, brushing away the truth---like you inevitably will at this post with stupid ad hominem and ad hoc and classic Tha Q. childish insults---so you can continue to steep yourself in ignorance of your patheticness, that you think is a surface amusement but rather influences you to the core of your pitiful little brain.

Since you're twenty eight years old, where's your fucking life partner? Where's your little gay Jose in tight jeans? You don't fucking have one. So stop trying to pick on the sex life of kids on the internet and go rearrange your sad little life. And no doubt you think you've gotten to me, but I'm writing this impassive. I really don't give a shit about what you do with your life, but I hope that your God does exist so when you stand before the pearly gates he'll open your brain and show you all your secrets. Because I like to tell little children that they'll mature as their teenage hormones pass, that they'll see common sense, but you're past that fucking stage. Nothing is going to convince you of the truth.

So here comes the predictable Q response. Blowing raspberries at his screen before he goes masturbates to some more gay porn, pretending that as long as he isn't sodomizing some petite little Asian boy his God still loves him. Because he goes to Church, he gives money to a church his God couldn't care less about, because he's a middle-class African-American and BY GOD he has the right to be an immature little bitch!

You're pathetic. Nothing you say can elicit more than pity from me at how fucking sad your life is. Your mid-life crisis is going to strike you like a fucking hurricane.