maaaaan.. yall so soft yall drove past the exxon so you could say you "passed gas"... weakling.

yall fairies tossin quarters at farms so yall could talk about how yall "tipped cows last weekend" man... please.

yall punks buy cd's and drool on 'em talkin about "yeah son.. i spit on tracks all the time!"

yall punks actually BUY CD's.... from the store.. gangsters download from itunes.

yall chumps get married and have babies... put lil red noses on ya tykes so yall can brag about how "we sonnin clowns".

weak man.. jus weak.