Note to Zelph
 

(Thunderclaps over torrential rains)

With my trees gone bro, I’m wondering why I … got out of bed at all,
corroded foil on all my windows, now I can’t textcee at all—
without-a-proper-Wi-Fi-signal, even if I did log on it would all be gay,
but your punch league on the wall, it reminds me that’s it’s not so bad—
it’s not so bad …
(Chor x2)

Dear Mr. I’m-Too-Good-To-Post-the-Threads,
This'll be the last time we all sign on for your events,
Gramp’s all set, n everybody showed—including those u all thought dead,
Shit—I even signed up twice like a fucking sped!
It's been days, and still no word—We don't deserve it?
Does logging on and posting brackets make you nervous?
I know you got Blue & Spree’s replies, they wrote 'em perfect,
So this is my reminder cyph, I hope to life it’s working.

I'm in’a UBER MiniCooper now, with service surging, my driver’s swervin,
and doing 90 on the highway next troopers—merging!
This person loud, and chugging something out’a thermos,
I’m almost certain that its Crown, he’s hanging out the window in a medic’s gown in make-up like a circus clown!

(Mili seconds before one of Dallas’ retarded student drivers sideswipes
their sideview mirror, The Uber driver sticks his head back in the car—reaches over and snatches Mas Grāv’s phone)

“Hey, Civ, it’s me KUNG, I shot up all my coke and now I’m off a 5th of Vodka, you dare me to drive?”
“Have you been on the discord really-really late at night?”
“You know how on the Expendables a bunch of old legends reminisce about their fights …?”
“Ok I’m lying that’s NOT at all what it’s like.”
“You know that song by Kendrick Lamar where him and his chic get into a manic fight?”