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3/5--Dear Gucci Ghost

Dear Gucci,
I PM'd you but you still ain't callin
I left my yahoo, msn, and my private email at the bottom
I sent two messages to autumn, he must not of got em
I probly forgot to post his name with numbers or somethin

oh well, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?
I saved a Baby, too, I'm bout to be a father
if I save a daughter, guess what I'ma call'er?
I'ma name her Cameron
I heard about your brother lazlo, too, I'm sorry
I had a friend that got killed over some bitch that knew karate

I know you probly hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest duder, mang
I even read that underground thread in the forum for Ukraine
I got a room full of smiley-boats, and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with tennis players, too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
truely yours, your biggest fan
this is Dan

*chorus'd*

Dear Cam, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you get the chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up I ain't in the Armada plans
if you didn't wanna talk to me in the chat room, you didn't have to
but you coulda mentioned somethin to Tuffy,
that's my little brother man, he's only six years old
we waited on an uncomfortable office chair for 6 hours and you just said no
that's pretty unsweet, mang, your like his fuckin' idol
he wants to be a hero, too, he likes you more than I do
sometimes I even look up at the clouds waitin for that sugar rain
it's like adreneline, cause lemons aren't a sugar rush for me
see everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
randomthought is jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
but she don't know you like I know you, cam
no one does, she don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
you gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you ever lose
sincerely yours, your biggest fan,
this is Dan

*chorus'd*

Dear Mr.I'm-too-unheroic-to-call-or-write-my-mangs
this'll be the last package I ever send your ass
it's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it
I know you got my last pms, the server that day was runnin' perfect
this is my thread I'm sendin' you
I hope you hear it
I'm in the library right now, reading poems with a girl that ain't a hotty with rolls
hey cam, I just drank a latte, dare me to post?

we coulda' bin together, think about it
you ruined it now, I'm turnin hipster, and I hope you dream about it
and when you dream I hope you can't be sweet and you scream about it
I hope your Armada eats at you and you can't breath without it
See Cam--Shut up bitch I'm tryin to type!
hey Cam, that's a hipster singin' on the mic
but I didn't listen to Kylie, see I ain't like you
cause this way we'll get giddy, and then we'll dance, too

Well, gotta go, I'm almost turning hip now,
oh shit, I forgot, how'm I sposed to send this shit out