kadda letter help

[Frosty]

Mutha Phukin Director General,
of tha Fokin' Customs Department.

Dear Mrs. Charles,

Listen Bitrch, I can't afford the fokin' duty charges that you mutha fuckers put on my package. That's unfair dawg. The stuff I've imported ain't no fuckin' supplements, for gods sake they are fuckin baking ingredients.

Check the confirmation letter from the company which I got the ingredients from. Kindly correct your bitch ass mistake and release my mutha phukin package.

Don't make me come in there and meet yo ass. I dunno who the fuck you is, but trust me when i tell yo stupid ass, i won't be gentle with your mother fuckin ass.

Thank You,
Sincerely,

Imma gangsta