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Listen here you sorry son ova' bitch, Stone Cold Steve Austin aint got the time to sit around here listenin' to you cryin' and announin' your sexuality to the entire world son, we already knew.

Stone Cold Steve Austin also know'd that he was gunna' stomp the worlds deepest mudhole in Calypso's ass and walk it dry. You wanna' sit there and play with your pecker, and read your stupid little love letter to Stone Cold, and try and weasel your way out of this here plate of ass whipin that he's servin' ya' then this snaggeled mouth, piece of garbage better call the safety pin warriors, get him a cuddle puppy and a college grief consular, cuz Stone Cold is openin' a can, like it or not!

Let Stone cold make a suggestion for you Romeo...

Put that mic down from your stupid mouth

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Look at me when I'm talkin' to you son

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Wipe that stupid look off of your face before Stone Cold does it for you

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Comb your hair up real nice and neat

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Lay that meth pipe down

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Cut your wrists

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Listen to Linkin Park

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Cut your wrists some more

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Listen to My Chemical Romance

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Wipe the tears outta' your eyes

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I said wipe the tears outta' your eyes

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Take your boots off

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Burn your boots

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Take your socks off

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Burn your socks

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Then Stone Cold wants you to walk your sorry penis lovin' ass back to the dumpsters and make yourself at home with the rest of the trash in the X Dubya F

And that's the bottom line, cause Stone Cold said so!