you are not a threat, I'l i do is win you are not the best off with his head. (X2) You are not the bread- winner the old roast goat i had last night for dinner you are but a sinner , come hither my son ill forgive you no matter what none can hinder my love this glove hits with plaster in the fist, its rough like if were plastic on my dick, not rubber but sticks off butter for my tires, not fun, I'll get to runnin till im tired achilades no ones higher, so they dubbed this sir a sire, half a jump away i dont wanna suicide em Laugh at you misers and take any power left inside ya