Alfred Nobel wrote back to me

You don't know who you fuckin wit, I'm fuckin Alfred Nobel bitch, I ain't playin witchu, man I will fuck you up son.

People come up to me in the streets, sayin "yo gimme yo prize, yo gimme yo prize". Then I be sayin some shit like, "back the fuck up before I stick this dynamite up yo ass, bitch" and then they be like, "shit man, I'm straight" but it ain't always like that, one time some bitch be like, "man fuck you son, you being all stingy wit yo prizes and shit" Then I be like, "you 'bout to get a Nobel prize for accelerating brain matter bitch", that's when I pull out my gat and blast'um. I'm workin on a rap and shit, I'll give you a piece, 'I made them blasting caps so I can blast them caps' that's all I got fo now but it's rough it's rough.

A gat to me is like symbolic and shit. I made guns and shit. Presidents and Kings be like, 'aye man wasup wit the guns and shit? i'm trying to blow Nigeria up and shit, come on man we coo'. I don't know man, but these kings seem to bother me at the most inopportune times and shit. Usually I be eatin some bombass lutefisk and shit and they be like, dialin my number and shit, 15, then I be like answerin this shit and be like, "what the fuck man, I'm eatin lutefisk, don't chu know who I am, I'm fuckin Alfred Nobel, I'll blow yo ass up, I got my own fuckin element and shit' and then they hang up. Don't fuck wit me while eatin lutefisk, that shits bomb.


Peace,

So this is suppose to be the guy who made dynamite and gives out awards.