November 14, 2016
Just to feel knuckles against the badass jaw, smile smothered in a whitewash smack, derivative to the down slug. Matters of the guts pounded, a belly full of rage spat, spun, swirled off the mosh pit you got in the pit of your smug asshole fuckface, yeah, you'll have a run of it, won't ya! Slide it into home, shove the buster gun to the drip of the drop on the pavement. You know it, bitch! It's not gonna stop till you stop, take your hammer into a multiplexing movie house, stupid faces expanded for all the world to shine.