All you people chirping me about everything that went down last night, saying “Dorn, MattyB put you six feet under,” “It’s over, he killed you,” “Yo Dorn he came for your neck,” and “Will you ever come back from this?” I’ve got something to say to you.
You know how people say to never meet your heroes because you’ll be disappointed?
Well what do they say about your 9-year-old hero roasting you on Twitter in front of billions of your supporters? People who love and support me and lift me up and have my back no matter what had to sit back and helplessly witness a prepubescent white rapper with peaky blinders rip out my heart and eat it live on the internet. Like watching your favorite pitcher lose a few MPHs on his fastball and get shelled and then released at season’s end. It’s hard to watch. The end of an era. A fallen hero.
Lesser men would be dead. Lesser men wouldn’t come back from this. Lesser men would run and hide and change handles and avatars and go private and lay under the radar for several weeks, hoping people would forget. Even though no one will forget. And I know that. November 20, 2016 will forever live on as the day MattyBRaps tried to murder me in front of my people. I have to live with that. I have to accept that it happened and move on. Onward and upward.
I will be better off because of this, though. You see, Matthew B. Raps fucked up last night. He made a huge mistake that will haunt the remainder of his days. A vital misstep in his attempted takedown: He didn’t kill me.
Have you guys seen the Kill Bill movies? Matty made the same mistake as the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad. They didn’t kill the bride. When you attempt to kill someone as dangerous as that crazy hoe with the samurai sword but you don’t actually kill her all the way dead, she comes out of her coma and comes for that ass. She picks you off one by one, gruesomely killing each and every one of you out of vengeance and pure hatred.
MattyBRaps messed up, because I’m still fucking here..