I don't think I ever completed this..it was meant for audio but never finished....neway...this is what I had...

Dear Stitched...

Wassup man, u in ya black clothes doin that rap thing again??//
well that's cool, I just need a helpin hand, so try to understand//
those people that talk shit about u, they the ones burnin up in here//
cuz every word they speak it's like they soul just disappears//
n they can't get they shit near cuz the fear can eat a heart//
n the green of cash can start to change u to greed with a single spark//
now think, do u want to waste ya life on ya knees?//
or be with me where u can rule your own world of emcees//
cuz these visions have shown, take my hand n have a seat on my vigorus throne//
picture the domes of all u hate bein beatin, + theres always fire to light ya ciggerates on//
cuz nigga it's on, u wanna be on the winnin side during the war of souls//
or join the tortured souls, while the world turns into a giant portugal//
nobody eatin, nobody sleepin, babies crying while they watch they parents dying//
and mutual destruction takes place, it'll be worse than hell, with the people frying//
n the people lying bloody n dead while they head is split open as it's impaled with led//
we'll be the feds, leaving the rest possessed with our spirits before they laid to rest//
tearin out they flesh, blessed with alcohol, the unholy water//
n if u need to catch a nut, I'll even let u hold muh daughter//
we'll lay a track on the mic, have the best of new shit, we tha next to shoot kids//
I'm talkin like the hottest duo since you and Elemental Exocution!

my thoughts after reading it


I told you I don't like you get away from me
mutha fucka I murda further why u pushin it bitch?
luci lucifer I told I'm not like that now, listen what I'm sayin
damn yo it's been over a year since disciples of satan

I used to be gothic lyin in the coffin lookin up at the night sky often coughin//
but now I've seen the light, seen the right the wrong to fight the songs//
but I'm still wicked, still kickin, still rippin with fuckin incisions//
my lyrics are still vicious still rippin with fuckin precision//
my ammunition neva ran out ya damn mouth//
still killin off any religion, burnin ya ku klux klan house//

yo I been sicc since day one, and u can't take one//
single track I make without callin it wack, why u hate son??//
I don't worship satan, I just agree with him that the world is damned//
and the world is planned to neva expand if we stick to this plan//
n man I don't understand why u can't take what I say as truth//
why can't you just seriously listen to what u hear in ya audio booth//
dublin georgia, the hellhole of all hell to hold the mail is old//
the stale, the grown, the pale, the bold, who failed to grow//
who failed to be told the story is gory bloody morning//
the rain pouring deforming the lightning bolts storming//
oh my I'm performing in front of a crowd, my voice loud//
proud of my talents but I see your oblivious to my shouts//
so I gotta switch it up and be straight with u fuck subliminal hits//
so I'm droppin dese religious spits fuck rappin all that criminal shit//
with a full clip I put an end to bullshit, that's real//
that's why you feel, that's why you worship me as a rap god n kneal//
so what do u want my answer to be to satans letter?//
should I join the dude, or stay true? which one is better?//
with a beretta I make his neck wetta n redda//
or put my morals in the shredder//
got stay together, no matter the weather//
forever I insist on bein sicc instead of//
bein whatever u want, 100 bars, is it enough??//
is this shit rough? this is true poetry, I don't bluff//
I hit bitches n dig ditches leave u with 6 stitches//
6 6's n rip kids with hits slittin the 10 wisdoms of sin visions//

yea that's basically all I had....and it really wasn't