You illagitament bastard,
you disatser.
I'd put you across my knee if ya moma wasn't already there.
You don't begin to compare to me.
You the apple, I'm the tree.
In festation of a disterbed nation is where your creation begain habitaion.
but you waisting time.
ya mental isn't ready for mine.
you are the blind leading the blind.
I will realign ya design and give you purpose in life.
I ain't right.
How can I abuse a handy dike.
