What makes you so fucking different, where is you high distinction?
Are you ready for my intention? I’ve just ran out of patience.
I’m gona rip your fuckin eyes out and call it the one man genocide, and rip your right hand off if you raise it one more time.
Impose. Expose. Dethroned. You’ve failed.
This is what I call aggression, this is the war infection.
All lives are now paralysed, no room to forgive or sympathise.
This is no laughing matter and it’s time to choose sides, if I see your pathetic symbols I’ll skin you alive.