Sticks and stones may break my bones but words simply cannot hurt.

My voicemail had hate from a local rapper. He battle raps. I put a simple battle rap of my own up on him and another cuz it is easy for me. Posted as a blog and comment. He is really upset and took it personal I guess. I thought this shit was all a game. Calling my phone n shit all mad and angry. Like I am going to call your ass back when you acted so immaturely. It's called cross promoting. I have crappy people skills perhaps. But that is what PR is for which I have none. Like I slandered him? But isn't that what battle raps are? If you are going to shoot me do it quick. Otherwise save the lip and buy my music. I highly doubt Eminem or Jay Z could give a fuck if someone wrote something on them in a weak blog or online text comment. I mean they do it all the time on the radio. All I did is leave a comment and it really sparked something to have dude call my house and not leave a comment where the comment was placed. What is there to talk about? Do a track together? Then say so. Don't bitch. I only gave you what you dish out. Parody. Don't call me. I won't sign you. Call someone else who will sign you instead of wasting your time and breath with my voicemail. If perhaps you had something to offer like a contract for me I would call you back. But if it's heat in the street you want. Go back to school and suck on my lunch meat. This is business. And I am going to do whatever it takes to get my name known across the playing field. Diss me back on a track and talk on my name. It will help me sell more. Afterall I have turned into an attention whore. Attention! I need more.