Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2008 22:51:49 GMT -5
Do you remember that time when I said FCW sucked ass?
Pepperidge Farm remembers! Oh, you don’t like what I’ve said about you and your precious little friends so far? That’s too damn bad, I guess. I say what I want, when I want, you got a problem with, I’ll put my fists down your throats and perform the abortions your parents wish they did to you every day of their lives. Oh, you think that’s going to far with my speech well that’s too damn bad because what are you going to do, fire me for “breaking the rules?” The rules can blow my uncle for all I care. Fire me, I haven’t even had a match yet, like the people even give a damn if I’m gone or not…oh no! Oh no, I know your secrets! You can’t fire me! Because if you do that, everyone will hate you!
It’s too late to fire me because you guys already put my face on t-shirts, hats, pants, shoes, posters, video games! I didn’t ask you guys to do that either! You guys came to me and were like “we need you to put us over the top! We need YOU to bring us back to the promised lands that companies like ours were in earlier this decade! You were right in the middle of that boom, sitting at the top of cards, putting asses in seats moving merchandise! We NEED you!”
So I agreed. I’ve been doing this a while now and I know I don’t need to do all these long winded full of hot air, lots of bark and no bite shitty old stories about how my parents neglected me when I was young. You know that story oh so well, don’t you? You know that same old shit, where you spent every Saturday of your childhood watching wrestling TV on a black and white screen because you couldn’t afford color. Not even watching, only listening because the static took a shit on your TV reception. Lets weep a little bit because we had a shitty childhood!
I scoff at your retardation from having a microwave with a broken front door so you absorbed large amounts of microwaves when you were young. I don’t feel bad for any of you, nor do I look up to any of you. If I could bring a polar bear to come and shit on each and every one of you, I would. But if I brought a polar bear, I would piss the government off and that’s one group I can’t piss off, because they keep my taxes pretty low. I’m not saying all of you are bad, but most of you actually are and couldn’t hold a candle to a candle holding a candle’s chandelier. I’m going to play games with each and every one of you at any time I please, because I’ll do what I want because it’s simple; Because I can. Like I just blew your fucking minds using a semi-colon back there, didn’t I? I do what I want, because those fans came to see me do whatever the hell I want to do.
I’m like Brett Favre, and I’m throwing touchdown passes all night long. Try and defend me, you’ll just get a pass thrown through your chest because I fire rockets. You all should just start back and watch the spectacle that is me. I’m a show like no other, and giving your money for a ticket to see me is all you’ll ever need in life. My ego cures cancer, boy. Any of you boys got a problem with this, I’ve got two little words for you all; fuck you.
(Oh shit I didn’t blow your blown minds with another semi-colon did I?)
Pepperidge Farm remembers! Oh, you don’t like what I’ve said about you and your precious little friends so far? That’s too damn bad, I guess. I say what I want, when I want, you got a problem with, I’ll put my fists down your throats and perform the abortions your parents wish they did to you every day of their lives. Oh, you think that’s going to far with my speech well that’s too damn bad because what are you going to do, fire me for “breaking the rules?” The rules can blow my uncle for all I care. Fire me, I haven’t even had a match yet, like the people even give a damn if I’m gone or not…oh no! Oh no, I know your secrets! You can’t fire me! Because if you do that, everyone will hate you!
It’s too late to fire me because you guys already put my face on t-shirts, hats, pants, shoes, posters, video games! I didn’t ask you guys to do that either! You guys came to me and were like “we need you to put us over the top! We need YOU to bring us back to the promised lands that companies like ours were in earlier this decade! You were right in the middle of that boom, sitting at the top of cards, putting asses in seats moving merchandise! We NEED you!”
So I agreed. I’ve been doing this a while now and I know I don’t need to do all these long winded full of hot air, lots of bark and no bite shitty old stories about how my parents neglected me when I was young. You know that story oh so well, don’t you? You know that same old shit, where you spent every Saturday of your childhood watching wrestling TV on a black and white screen because you couldn’t afford color. Not even watching, only listening because the static took a shit on your TV reception. Lets weep a little bit because we had a shitty childhood!
I scoff at your retardation from having a microwave with a broken front door so you absorbed large amounts of microwaves when you were young. I don’t feel bad for any of you, nor do I look up to any of you. If I could bring a polar bear to come and shit on each and every one of you, I would. But if I brought a polar bear, I would piss the government off and that’s one group I can’t piss off, because they keep my taxes pretty low. I’m not saying all of you are bad, but most of you actually are and couldn’t hold a candle to a candle holding a candle’s chandelier. I’m going to play games with each and every one of you at any time I please, because I’ll do what I want because it’s simple; Because I can. Like I just blew your fucking minds using a semi-colon back there, didn’t I? I do what I want, because those fans came to see me do whatever the hell I want to do.
I’m like Brett Favre, and I’m throwing touchdown passes all night long. Try and defend me, you’ll just get a pass thrown through your chest because I fire rockets. You all should just start back and watch the spectacle that is me. I’m a show like no other, and giving your money for a ticket to see me is all you’ll ever need in life. My ego cures cancer, boy. Any of you boys got a problem with this, I’ve got two little words for you all; fuck you.
(Oh shit I didn’t blow your blown minds with another semi-colon did I?)