Oh shit, you've convinced me that you're a tough guy throwing around that sweet patch, bro.

Naw, I'm kidding.

Honestly you keep calling me pretty. I'm beginning to wonder if you wanna fight me or fuck me.

You're right, though, we haven't met face to face. Which is a blessing for you. Unlike your pussified attempts and being a hard ass, my legacy spells disaster for you, friend.

Ain't no retirement in my future, sport. I've taken men like Jim Caedus to his limits, tell me more about your achievments, other than that time in the truck stop bathroom where you were able to gargle three cocks, instead of the typical two.

I'm the lawless, lyricist, loser.

You're just spare parts, bud.