Post by Gabriela Luna on Jan 16, 2017 5:59:44 GMT
Hijo de puta, but I hate this job sometimes. Who is this? Some face-painted freak? This who I'm supposed to be dealin' with now? You throw me up against the Lady of the Riverdance and now, a knockoff Juggalette? Oye, pendeja, escuchas. I'm only gonna say this once, so you better listen right.
I ain't got time for games. Short notice or no, I can still kick you back to the Hot Topic clearance rack you crawled off of. You can do your stupid little Blair Witch Bullshit all you want, play with the camera and try to scare me, but I've seen scarier things than you, and I didn't back down from them. Why you expectin' me to back down now? I know you like Sinatra, so here's this: I'ma fly you to the moon, baby, and leave you seein' stars.
I ain't gonna hold your hand though, freakshow. You gonna sink or swim on your own, and something tells me your ass didn't get out to a pool very often. You're used to the freaks they got crawling around IWF. Wannabe DJs, other face-painted freaks, Las Garcias—and Paige, don't you think I ain't got my eye on your ass, chica—and the rest of the idiots. You ain't never dealt with none like me, not even Crystal Millar. She wishes she could be half as fast as me.
You ain't gonna have time to focus, Yelena. You gon' be too busy picking your head up from where I knock it into the sixth row. Culera, this isn't about head games anymore, it's about el juego de futból I'ma play with your head as the ball. Moment La Tijera knocks your block off, that's the last moment you got in this match, 'cause once that hits, you're gonna drop like the sack of shit you really are.
Yo, I get hiding your face. I get it better than most of these bitches. Sometimes, you gotta hide your face to show who you really are, right? But you...if this is who you really are, then you shouldn't be in that ring, you should be gettin' help. You wanna deal out a Lithium Kiss, but you should be takin' some quality time...what's the American saying? Yeah, I got it. You need some time under the bleachers with a little lithium yourself, know what I mean?
Maybe you don't. Maybe your brain is so warped that you don't understand anything that's said to you. I'm tryin' to do you a favor here. I want you to get yourself right, because you gonna hurt someone sooner or later, yourself or someone else. Save yourself the trouble, girl. Save yourself all that pain, all that hurt, you get yourself right. Find you some direction. Go to church.
And I don't want to hear your edgy white girl bullshit about the evil of the church. You just sayin' that because you messed in the head. If I gotta dump you on your head with a Sudden Impact to rattle your brain back into place, I don't have any problem doin' that. Hell, I can call it a charitable deed. Get a pat on the back for it. That's how it works when you tight with the Lord.
Tell you what, you can say crazy shit, I can say crazy shit right back. I am the right hand of God himself. I am the power of His divine will, His instrument on this Earth. Juro por dios, I'm the damn Angel of Death! See? Anyone can say shit like that. I don't say anything I don't mean unless I'm makin' fun of a delusional motherfucker like you.
I'm startin' to repeat myself, because godDAMN, are you a repetitive bitch. All about that fuckin' horror-show nonsense. You want to try to scare me? I don't scare easy. You gonna have to do better than that. Don't you go thinkin' Eternity's right ahead of you. I know I ain't the tallest bitch on the block, but I do more with five feet than most could do with seven. I'm bad, and I know I'm bad.
Usual tricks ain't gonna work. So whatcha got? It better impress and it better be better than the rest, 'cause if you give me an inch...I'ma take the Green Mile. Settle your ass down, though. Don't smudge your shit-ass facepaint with all your worry. Just say your prayers. Get yourself right...'cause if you don't bring your best shit, you might as well just stay home.
I ain't got time for games. Short notice or no, I can still kick you back to the Hot Topic clearance rack you crawled off of. You can do your stupid little Blair Witch Bullshit all you want, play with the camera and try to scare me, but I've seen scarier things than you, and I didn't back down from them. Why you expectin' me to back down now? I know you like Sinatra, so here's this: I'ma fly you to the moon, baby, and leave you seein' stars.
I ain't gonna hold your hand though, freakshow. You gonna sink or swim on your own, and something tells me your ass didn't get out to a pool very often. You're used to the freaks they got crawling around IWF. Wannabe DJs, other face-painted freaks, Las Garcias—and Paige, don't you think I ain't got my eye on your ass, chica—and the rest of the idiots. You ain't never dealt with none like me, not even Crystal Millar. She wishes she could be half as fast as me.
You ain't gonna have time to focus, Yelena. You gon' be too busy picking your head up from where I knock it into the sixth row. Culera, this isn't about head games anymore, it's about el juego de futból I'ma play with your head as the ball. Moment La Tijera knocks your block off, that's the last moment you got in this match, 'cause once that hits, you're gonna drop like the sack of shit you really are.
Yo, I get hiding your face. I get it better than most of these bitches. Sometimes, you gotta hide your face to show who you really are, right? But you...if this is who you really are, then you shouldn't be in that ring, you should be gettin' help. You wanna deal out a Lithium Kiss, but you should be takin' some quality time...what's the American saying? Yeah, I got it. You need some time under the bleachers with a little lithium yourself, know what I mean?
Maybe you don't. Maybe your brain is so warped that you don't understand anything that's said to you. I'm tryin' to do you a favor here. I want you to get yourself right, because you gonna hurt someone sooner or later, yourself or someone else. Save yourself the trouble, girl. Save yourself all that pain, all that hurt, you get yourself right. Find you some direction. Go to church.
And I don't want to hear your edgy white girl bullshit about the evil of the church. You just sayin' that because you messed in the head. If I gotta dump you on your head with a Sudden Impact to rattle your brain back into place, I don't have any problem doin' that. Hell, I can call it a charitable deed. Get a pat on the back for it. That's how it works when you tight with the Lord.
Tell you what, you can say crazy shit, I can say crazy shit right back. I am the right hand of God himself. I am the power of His divine will, His instrument on this Earth. Juro por dios, I'm the damn Angel of Death! See? Anyone can say shit like that. I don't say anything I don't mean unless I'm makin' fun of a delusional motherfucker like you.
I'm startin' to repeat myself, because godDAMN, are you a repetitive bitch. All about that fuckin' horror-show nonsense. You want to try to scare me? I don't scare easy. You gonna have to do better than that. Don't you go thinkin' Eternity's right ahead of you. I know I ain't the tallest bitch on the block, but I do more with five feet than most could do with seven. I'm bad, and I know I'm bad.
Usual tricks ain't gonna work. So whatcha got? It better impress and it better be better than the rest, 'cause if you give me an inch...I'ma take the Green Mile. Settle your ass down, though. Don't smudge your shit-ass facepaint with all your worry. Just say your prayers. Get yourself right...'cause if you don't bring your best shit, you might as well just stay home.
Well howdy there pardner.