What the fuck did you say about me sunshine? You got a dream? I'll have you know that a realness bringin' shinigami bent to no laws, meant to kill this mental illness fashion trend with both claws. I'm gonna make that shit poetic, if you're smart then you'll get it, remember Mori is the one who said it. You are nothing but a pretty boy nothin', you ain't got shit to spit, or say. I will slip your soul into my pocket and flee the scene, there is no stopping manifest destiny. But do you really gotta say it over the internet out loud? Think again, suckerz. As we speak I am contacting three females causing a bit of neighborhood hysteria and your IP is being traced so you better prepare an "old-fashioned,", the soul-snatchin', much prefer the scythe slashin' to dome blastin', Master of murder! You're a fucking "ace", kid. I can't knock the hustle, but I can knock your teeth in, and I'll do as I please still sipping "casual-teas" while flipping bird to the bees to get ya weak at the knees! Not only I am the Queen of the Sad Boys, but I'm a vocals gangsta as can be, and I'm still "moe" as FUCK, and I will use my full power to hit'cha on the blind-side, death gotcha shanghai'd, not inclined to cry about the everyday shōganai. Lesson: when lashin' out, best be choice how you deliver, because a bullet to the brain is bad for your mental health! But you couldn't, you didn't, and now a blood price is to be paid, but I promise, it's worth this on-demand-homicidal-circus, you goddamn candy-coated bitch they can adore on. I will cock my uzi, grab my knaifu and stab you like a yandere"¡Ándale!" Bitch I'll end yo' laifu! You reap what you fuckin' SEISO"!
PEACE
