Oh ain't that shit just precious as precious can be.

Every time you call a lefty out on their Marxist, anti-American bullshit they try to slap an ism onto you. Oh, Nate's racist because he says Hunter Payne's Mexican! No, bitch, I said your papi chulo is Mexican because he's fuckin' Mexican. The truth ain't racist, it's just a fact. What, you wanna correct me and say he's Puerto Rican or Cuban? That shit's just East Mexico.

Hunter, you keep lettin' that puta of yours flap her gums at me and I'll turn you both into food for the quetzalcoatl. I approach fights the same way you approach sex workers online - I only deal with men.

And yeah, boy, I seen your knockoff jersey. For one, that ain't how you even spell Nike... not sure how them child slaves spelled Kaepernick right but Nike wrong... and for another, fuck it, you wanna run around with Colin Hussein Kaepernick's number on your chest, go ahead and do it. I prefer it when libtard idiots identify themselves that readily. The bright red San Francisco colors make it easier for me to scope you with my AR if you come within a hundred feet of myself or my property anyway.

I tell you what though, boy, when that anthem comes on you best not be sittin' on that worthless ass of yours if Nate Higgers is in the vicinity. Nuh uh. I got friends and family died for them stars and stripes. I did a tour in a shithole desert for this country, playin' Whack-A-Muslim and poppin' off every turban that poked out over a dune while I ate a double bacon cheeseburger and screamed Lee Greenwood lyrics at the top of my lungs.

Don't tread on me, boy, and don't disrespect my country, or I'll send you back to Tenochtitlan faster than you can apply for food stamps.












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Higgers cradles Payne in the air an them slams him backward in the All Lives Matter! He hooks a leg for good measure while rolling his tongue around at the horrified Joy.








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