Dear Justin Beiber,

Die. Slowly. Painfully. In a horrible Saw trap that you cannot escape from. Fall off the empire building, and land on car on fire, filled with dead kittens. Get hit by a short bus, and then promptly beaten up by the special kids on the short bus. Get locked in a room that slowly fills up with pee. That way you can smell asperigus before you drown in urine. Get put in jail and fucked by a train of beefy, tattoo'd black men with girl names. Get strapped to a lightning rod, but naked, and let the lightning strike at your bare vagina. Get put in a room with Charles Manson and Ted Bundy after we tell them you love black people. You are a blight on humanity, and in turn, the galaxy. You sing like a girl, play drums like a girl, and dance like a girl, which leads me to ask, when are you getting your period? And please let me know if you training bra is too tight. Because i will more than happily loosen it with a hand grenade. If i ever saw you in public, i wouldnt be sure whether id walk away and find a good rooftop to set up my sniper rifle or, or to give you a sword, challenge you to a duel, and slice your head, of and scream "There can be only one!" Kthnxbye:)