I'm sorry, did you say something here? I couldn't understand you over the sounds of you choking on your words. I heard some laughter so maybe you finally realized what a joke you are.
Don't project your own childhood through me. If you were that much of a little bitch, man up and say it or go cry to your mama, like you probably do every time you lose.
You ain't no bully because the reality of it all "Mr. Realist" is that you aren't even worth taking seriously and all that blah blah blah coming out of your mouth falls on deaf ears. My words captivate thousands if not millions, based off my name alone.
You are truly ignorant by nature, letting go of that element of surprise you would have gained by keeping your mouth shut or was it you wanted to quake in my boots and look over my shoulder waiting for you to attack? Sorry to disappoint you but you cause me and hell everyone you meet nothing but a feeling of joy through laughter when we see you actually try to prove to yourself and everyone around that you are worth something and show you are "better" than anyone here in JBW.
Wake up from that dream inside your fucked up head and realize that you were a nobody when stepped through the door here at JBW, you are still a nobody and you will continue to be a nobody for all time.
Speaking of God, you said your prayers? Good. Then prepare for the hell that awaits you when we meet on Octane. I can promise you the people wont even notice when you're gone but they will care that "The Man who's always Right" finally got what was coming to him for running his mouth against the wrong motherfucker.
Just remember when when you're in the asylum rocking back and forth in that custom $ sign straight jacket I'll be sure to send you, that you went bat shit insane when messing with The Latin Terror and not believing this was not meant to be.
Go waste your own fucking time doing whatever is Depri$e does cause it sure as hell ain't getting the job done in JBW.