Right B4 Earth was destroyed & U all died, Motuphi was sent wid truth
2 dispell tha Rappers lies. A few good kids could still B saved,
while tha rest will B stoopid till they die. Their rude awakening
comes 2 late 2 save 'em from serving as sex slaves, so Motuphi
watched slave traders burn & die.
Slave kids. Won't B freed. Slave kids. Won't believe. Slave kids.
Wanna eat demon meat. Slave kids gotta B slavin' 2 feel complete.
Earth burned, & like slave cattle they was rounded-up & captured by
they masters, those they didn't know they were lined-up 2 B they hoes
just like tha prophecy goes that said they'd rather B slaves when
they dead & so Motuphi had tha bigger dred at least tha truth is all
he ever said.
Slave Rappers. Won't B freed. Slave Rappers. Lie for they greed.
Slave Rappers serve that great big demon cock, they the biggest sell-
outs 2 they peeplez on tha whole Earth block.
Motuphi took his fans & they all went to heaven, where they accessed
supplies to create a brand new Earth. But this one would B superior &
no bling bling mentality or ghetto thugs would ever there B birthed.
Motuphi had 2 burn tha old & recreate tha new Earth. Make sure that
tha scum that made-it famous on this one don't get birthed.
Slave Rappers, beget slave kids. Slave rappers know what they did.
Slave rappers jus don't give a phuk about U. That's why God stopped
givin' a phuk about them, too.
Li'l slaves. Motuphi is your master. Li'l slaves. U shoulda' listened
faster.
Li'l slaves, U care 2 much what peeplez see U got. Slave rappers,
Motuphi's all that U are not.
Motuphi stayed a master when U sold yourselves in2 slavery. When U
all proved 2 B cowards, Motuphi showed U bravery. U sold your fans 2
masters jus 2 get your bling-bling faster. That's why all these kids
can see it: Motuphi is your master.
Motuphi is your master. So die, & serve him faster. Motuphi is your
King. He does what you can't do, he sings.
Motuphi like a God 2 U. He do all the thingz U just can't do, like
ride it out, don't sell your own fans out, wait for God's Blessing
insteada sellin-out.
Motuphi like a God 2 you. Doin' what U could never do: Like bein'
patient & waitin' for tha Lord 2 step-in with His fame that evens up
all scores.
Rappers are slaves. They prove it every goddamned day. & they fans
are more jus willing slaves. Waitin' for they booties which we'll
check-in on
Judgement Day.
--- End forwarded message pirated from Motuphi's Arsenal---