Post by Dru Tha Merc on Apr 12, 2011 12:37:24 GMT -5
A final letter is found, from Dru Tha Merc, on the desks of both Jeremy Sterling and Kurt Noble. One would surmise that both men had seconds thoughts before reading…
Dear Jeremy & Kurt,
This is what’s going to happen here. You fuck-dick having motherfuckers are going to read this letter, feel all good inside, and then I swear to god if either of you repeat what you read here today I will chew ya’ll niggaz eyes to jelly, you hear me fuck-boys?! Now that we got out the way, with ya’ll bitch-asses…
Thank you.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank both ya’ll niggas. This is a really strange statement comin’ from ya boy, The Gangstar but ya’ll gotta understand. Me… I grew up in a family where I was constantly having to compete with that jackass, my cousin. Kurt, you know the nigga I’m talking about. Lyndon. At every point in my life, he was the good kid in our family, just like all the rest, but all our cousins and my sister and his brother and sister… They all looked up to Lyndon for guidance, even though I was the oldest.
Our fathers were second generation wrestlers, an astounding tag-team. I remember the day where my father… My father was speaking to Lyn’s father and they pretty much agreed that I was just “wrong” in being alive, in a nigga existing. My parents didn’t care much for me. I was never smart enough, never good enough, never “enough” enough.
I’m not gonna lie. Being here in Pride, ya’ll didn’t make me feel like I was too good either. Liabilities? Beating Josh Eagles and never getting’ that shot, at even the Syndicate Title? A nigga could cry lemme tell you. Always felt like I was being passed over by a next dude, and a next due.
Yet… I really can’t blame you, now can I? Look at me. A walking stereotype made real. A nigga like me don’t have fuckin’ feelings. All I was born to do was bleed and make a nigga bleed. Nothing else. Who could blame you. Shit, I’d skip over me too.
Regardless though, what I do wanna thank ya’ll niggas for is…
A chance. I think I can relate to Johnny Noble, as much as me and him was beating on each other so many times. Kurt, you see me and him? Me and him, people may just see as lesser, incomplete copies of you and Lyndon. Not really good enough to look at much besides a throwaway here or there.
Jeremy, nigga, I personally wanna thank you on that rehire. Honestly man, I hate to sound like a further stereotype but... If I hadn't gotten pulled up and paid that dough, next week, I woulda been evicted outta my apartment.
It's tough to be the black sheep. It's tough to be the untrustworthy nigga. Nobody wants to keep you around unless it's to whoop some ass and keep some chumps in check. I really can't thank you enough on that tip of my opportunity.
Sure, it ain’t much, but a chance is a chance regardless. Ya’ll niggas were not too willing on putting me deep in the limelight and you know what, I can’t blame you, but you did take a chance on a nigga, and that was in bringing me to the Kingdom of Pride.
For that I thank ya’ll.
Now let us pretend I did not just show you gratitude and respect as individuals, and I still think of you as fuck-ass crackers. Okay?
Good.
Signed,
Dru Tha Merc
Dear Jeremy & Kurt,
This is what’s going to happen here. You fuck-dick having motherfuckers are going to read this letter, feel all good inside, and then I swear to god if either of you repeat what you read here today I will chew ya’ll niggaz eyes to jelly, you hear me fuck-boys?! Now that we got out the way, with ya’ll bitch-asses…
Thank you.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank both ya’ll niggas. This is a really strange statement comin’ from ya boy, The Gangstar but ya’ll gotta understand. Me… I grew up in a family where I was constantly having to compete with that jackass, my cousin. Kurt, you know the nigga I’m talking about. Lyndon. At every point in my life, he was the good kid in our family, just like all the rest, but all our cousins and my sister and his brother and sister… They all looked up to Lyndon for guidance, even though I was the oldest.
Our fathers were second generation wrestlers, an astounding tag-team. I remember the day where my father… My father was speaking to Lyn’s father and they pretty much agreed that I was just “wrong” in being alive, in a nigga existing. My parents didn’t care much for me. I was never smart enough, never good enough, never “enough” enough.
I’m not gonna lie. Being here in Pride, ya’ll didn’t make me feel like I was too good either. Liabilities? Beating Josh Eagles and never getting’ that shot, at even the Syndicate Title? A nigga could cry lemme tell you. Always felt like I was being passed over by a next dude, and a next due.
Yet… I really can’t blame you, now can I? Look at me. A walking stereotype made real. A nigga like me don’t have fuckin’ feelings. All I was born to do was bleed and make a nigga bleed. Nothing else. Who could blame you. Shit, I’d skip over me too.
Regardless though, what I do wanna thank ya’ll niggas for is…
A chance. I think I can relate to Johnny Noble, as much as me and him was beating on each other so many times. Kurt, you see me and him? Me and him, people may just see as lesser, incomplete copies of you and Lyndon. Not really good enough to look at much besides a throwaway here or there.
Jeremy, nigga, I personally wanna thank you on that rehire. Honestly man, I hate to sound like a further stereotype but... If I hadn't gotten pulled up and paid that dough, next week, I woulda been evicted outta my apartment.
It's tough to be the black sheep. It's tough to be the untrustworthy nigga. Nobody wants to keep you around unless it's to whoop some ass and keep some chumps in check. I really can't thank you enough on that tip of my opportunity.
Sure, it ain’t much, but a chance is a chance regardless. Ya’ll niggas were not too willing on putting me deep in the limelight and you know what, I can’t blame you, but you did take a chance on a nigga, and that was in bringing me to the Kingdom of Pride.
For that I thank ya’ll.
Now let us pretend I did not just show you gratitude and respect as individuals, and I still think of you as fuck-ass crackers. Okay?
Good.
Signed,
Dru Tha Merc
