what the forget did you just loving say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the forget out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my loving words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Internet? Think again, forgeter. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re loving dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little stuff. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your loving tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will stuff fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re loving dead, kiddo.
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What tha forget did you just forgetin say bout me, you lil biiiatch?
I’ll have you know I graduated top of mah class up in tha Navy Seals, n' I’ve been involved up in a stuffload of secret raidz on Al-Quaeda, n' I have over 300 confirmed kills.
I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I’m tha top sniper up in tha entire US armed forces.
Yo ass is not a god damn thang ta me but just another target.
I'ma wipe you tha forget up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis Earth, mark mah forgetin lyrics.
Yo ass be thinkin you can git away wit sayin dat shiznit ta me over tha Internet?
Think again, forgeter.
As we drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha USA n' yo' IP is bein traced right now so you mo' betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot.
Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil thang you call yo' game.
You’re forgetin dead, kid.
I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands.
Not only is I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of tha United Hoodz Marine Corps n' I'ma use it ta its full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, you lil stuff.
If only you could have known what tha forget unholy retribution yo' lil "clever" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe you would have held yo' forgetin tongue.
But you couldn’t, you didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, you goddamn idiot.
I'ma shiznit fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat stuff.
You’re forgetin dead, kiddo.
