Yo, my brotha,

Guess where this mothafucka is at? Some shithole in Russia, '89. You know what that means, right? These white bitches be all over the place, beggin' for a taste! I'm talkin' 'bout these snowflakes so hungry for dick, but let me tell you, man, these hoes be cheap as fuck. Found this young'un, all sad-faced and shit, probably 'cause she ain't never felt the power of a real man. So, I did what any self-respectin' time-travelin' playa would do—I plied her with vodka and rubles like she some kinda high-class hooker, which, let's be real, she might as well be in this broke-ass country.

Her name's Svetlana, or some shit like that, with blue eyes so cold they could freeze you, But when I whispered sweet nothin's in her ear, and slid my hand down her little track-pants, she melted for me. I took her to this dingy-ass hotel room, the kind where the bedbugs got better furniture than the people. That tight little pussy clenched around my dick like it was tryin' to hold on for dear life. She was screamin' in Russian, but I don't need to put on my translator on to know she was lovin' every inch of the black meat I was servin'.
But here's the kicker, my brotha— in the future we from, They extinct! Can you believe that shit? So we out here, doin' the lord's work. That sweet taste of pussy that ain't been plucked. taken by a BLACK MAN no less. Fuckin' them till they can't walk straight, then wipin' their memories with the futuristic shit we got, so we can do it all over again. It's like Groundhog Day, but each day endin' with me bustin' my nigger nut in her snow-white pussy!

I'ma keep on keepin' on, bustin' nuts in these Russian snowbunnies, while you're out there doin' your thang in whatever fucked-up era you're in.
Holla back when you get this, tell me 'bout the pussy you've been discoverin'. And remember, we the kings of the past, the present, and the future. Ain't nothin' gonna change that!

Peace, love, and pussy,

Trevon "Triple-T"