Gutter

The ninth song in Justin's Rap album "Dear Rudiff"

## **Theories**

Prilly just murdered Barbara, and now I have a feeling he is wanting to murder Rudiff with much more painful methods. In this song, he is writing one last letter to Rudiff with threats to torture him brutally and kill him slowly.

☀If you want to put your theories here, go for it. Anyone can edit it. - Takatoose

He wanna kill a dude -Skylar

[Insert your own theory here if you like, if you do, please put this below your theory so people know.]

## Dear Rudiff

Rap album by Justin Bonitz

Dear… Rudiff,
Nah, that’s not good enough.
That’s not good enough.
Dear...

Dear bitch,

I guess I changed my mind

It’d be anti-climatic to drop this on a good line

I been thinking a lot ‘bout what you said to me

And the more I thought, the more you end up dead to me

Your words pricked like a viper’s bite

I might suck out that venom just to use it for spite

Uh—that’s why I write this
-To let you know I’m coming for you

You got another place to stay?
Because I’m gunning for you

Running all the way…
I’ll be there in a day or two...

I’m not your friend,
So I don’t know who the fuck is praying for you

I’m not delaying, I’m just giving fair-warning

Got one chance to leave before I show up and start goring

Dig—boring my nails through your cheeks

And pull out your teeth with the bent end of a tire-iron

No need for pliers—too quick and too painless

Was gonna drop a chorus, but don’t even wanna sing that shit

I just wanna string you up

I wanna push weights on your legs and bust your kneecaps out

Shove needles in your pupils,
And drag ‘em ‘round the iris

Get that disinfectant ‘cause I don’t want you to die yet
Blood and bile as you puke up worms

Lap it in a glass and make you drink your own vomit
Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter

Dreaming up your funeral, while I throw you in the gutter, cunt

I been crafting up and scheming

And thinking of all the many ways that I could stop you from blinking

Man, you gonna’ see the full show!
And I’m counting down the hours and minutes before it’s air-time

Ahh, you hear that?
The sound of your cries,

As I’m burning off your cuticles with a soldering iron

And I don’t mean to be critical, I’m kinda’ analytical

Admit I’m going too fucking far
But I been off my meds for three fucking weeks

Man, this feels great!
For the first time in a while, I can finally fucking think

My shrink’s been telling me to stay on ‘em

‘Cause she can’t do her fucking job,
She said it’s not her problem

The trauma you gon’ go through
When I show you pictures of her

But you the main course, call that bitch an early desert

I’m being literal, I’m really gonna’ eat ya’

Rip out your esophagus and wolf it like a pizza

I just wanna bleed you dry
Bloat your fucking body, fly you like a kite

I’m in your skin
I’ll slip my tongue into all the little muscles and fibers

-Loosely holding you together

Blood and bile as you puke up worms

Lap it in a glass and make you drink your own snot

Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter

Dreaming up your funeral, while I throw you in the gutter, bitch

Hey, I’m being saved now

There’s a warm, bright light creeping ‘round my ankles

It means there’s still a chance to rise to Heaven

Forgive and forget and never regret
And as iron sharpens iron, so man sharpens man

-Proverbs 27:17
I understand now
I have been changed—my soul has been lifted

Because of you, man… all pain done shifted

Sike!

What you think, I believe all that?

Ain’t no “God” gon’ stop this fucking demon attack

Ain’t no Heaven for you,

Ain’t no Hell for me

When you die, you gon’ end up on a dirty fucking street corner

Where I drop the trash bag with your body parts shoved in it

You end up in the sewer when I vomit you out

‘Cause I can’t properly digest your fucking bone marrow

And once you’re dead, I’ma break and fuck the glass of your mirror too

I’m only rolling in one nigga deep

I don’t mean to preach, but I’ma wake you from your sleep

And rape your faggot ass with a pitchfork

Just one time, so I can live it back and masturbate to it

Blood and bile as you puke up sperm

Slap it on a plate and make you eat your own shit, bitch

Prilly Tru be telling it, I hope I didn’t stutter

Dreaming up a funeral, while I throw you in the gutter, motherfucker

-Tru