Dear, Rich, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy
You said your new President will MAGA. How far along is he?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on a a Allgemeine cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the rally, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you support Israel's nationalism? I say that shit just clowning, dawg
Come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Rich, I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls
When you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your movement need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat them better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doing just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you
But Rich, why are you so mad?
Try to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit; I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some guy was doing an interview
And this masked antifa came out of nowhere
And sucker punched him
And the guy didn't retaliate
But they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was... it was you
damn
Sam Hyde is the Goebbels to Richard Spencer's Hitler