Dear Rob - Bizarre

Dear Rob, I heard about your situation

I was in Detroit stuck on vacation

I dropped the album, it’s called *Tweek Sity*

You can get it on iTunes download, it’s $ 3.50

(no one cares)

Alright, i heard you were depressed well

I’m here to relieve all your fucking stress

I heard about you and Black Chyna

How every man in LA fucked her vagina

T.I.

said he fucked her, that’s a fact

Rob, you shouldn’t have never mentioned that

Rob believe me, I know what you’re going through

Cause T.I., he fucked my baby momma too

(Forreal?) Nah I’m lying, trying to cheer you up

Lift you up

They seen you on Facebook, they seen you on Instagram

The whole world watched you fucking go HAM

See Rob, I used to weigh 365

Eat burgers and fries at home ready to die

I was the man, I used to be on top

Until Tyler the Creator took my spot

Rob, you know what’s so fucking weird

I ain’t even know Eminem grew a beard

Cause I ain’t seen him in fucking years

Stop this song, I’m about to go in tears

Rob I’m old news, getting stepped on like old shoes

Getting talked about known as the old dude

It sounds like I’m going off

You don’t like what I’m saying, turn this song off

Dear Rob, I’m trying to keep you educated

I ain’t but niggas stay medicated

You’re a Kardashian, Rob, walk with pride

And don’t be scared to bring your ass outside

Take your shirt off Rob, let 'em see your stomach

And believe me, all the black girls’ll love it

Facebook Rob you need to chill

And you need to tell Bruce how you really feel

sex change

You madder that he won’t take you and your little brother fishing

Man i know you hate that shit

You should have some Mexicans rape that bitch

And I’ma tape that shit

That was some racist shit

They don’t care about me Rob, they care about you

My career is through, I ain’t been out since '92

Give me advice, give me a call

And I’ll be at your door step with some Adderall

I love you

Dear Rob