If i had only one arm, one leg, one lung and one rib, i'd still rattle your cage like conor mcgregor did

It only takes a moment, one slip of your neurons, you'll be finished *he'll be gone, he'll be gone* bloody battered and bruised, forgotten like donkey kong

Singling you out for your incapacity to deliver, hold on, don't be so bitter, you should be charmed, thankful even, that i'm acknowledging your presence among men of better essence, let me give you a little clearance... look at our appearance, look at our deliverance and our bitches don't complied about our constant impenitence

shit, you can't even keep it up, you've got more estrogen circulating than a feminism conference.