Dear 50 Cent,
Not only has The Game already massacred you and your brow-plucking corny a–, but, this so-called beef is officially the least interesting thing in hip-hop right now. I’d rather watch The Oprah Winfrey show than desecrate my ears with your speech impediment-laden ghost-written rhymes. Shame on you Curtis for pulling yet another publicity stunt just to keep your name in the press. You almost had me Mr Chicken Little, but, I promise I won’t fall for your little stunts again. Now you and your sister Whoo Kid can go back to Lebanon and enjoy your little sleep over with that other Jackson.
Peace, Love and Respect,
Rizoh
