Nigga You Done Pissed Me Off

The returning legend. The great one. SBK. Shark Bait Kid. Stylez.
This little buttfucking white boy said he was going to destroy me
he said he was going to dominate me, shut me up.

Nigga I stand here and Im still talking all that good shit.
I lost the match. I did. You got the pinfall.

You didn't pin me though nigga, you didn't dominate me though
nigga, you didn't destroy me though nigga.

You see, I expected you to come out swinging, come out with anger
and motivation. Come out looking to send me to the hospital, but
instead you came out, grabbing me up, grabbing my right arm and
jerking it like a little pussy.

You tried to look for the easy way out, trying to submit me because
you were too afraid to stand up with me. You tried to eliminate my
right hand so that your glass jaw wouldn't be exposed.

Nigga right after all that stalling you did, I whooped you. I picked
you up, and threw you out of the ring, and dropped you on your prissy
little ass. After that, you even failed at a cheap shot when I was in my
own corner. I whooped your ass. You won the match, but you didn't
win any fans motherfucker. That was an unimpressive win. I stole the
show with the double flying swag out outside of the ring.

This week I' in the Main Event, and where are you?, your facing Tim Patrick.
Tim Patrick can't bust a grape, Tim Patrick is shit. Tim Patrick can't even kill
a motherfucking fly homie. So congrats on yo lack luster performance, and
congrats on yo easy win, handed to you on a silver platter this week against
Tim Patrick.

Regardless if yo performance was unimpressive or not, it should've
never happened. It could've been avoided. The past is the past but now
its time for revenge.

Shadow Demon cost me the match.

That motherfucker called me his "boy", his "bro", he was kissing my black
ass even after I called him out in my promo. I told the world he was a little
bitch and in his promo he called me his friend. What a loser.

Fucking white boy with makeup that talks like a chinaman, I thought mandems
had trouble understanding me, but look at the way you talk...

HAI MA NAYME IZZ ESSS DEEEE AN I AM GHEYYYYY FUR UUUUUU

Nigga please, shut yo ass up, you and your stupid accent cost me my winning
streak. I was on like a seven fight winning streak. Stylez didn't end it, you did.
You ended it with your stupid mistakes and bad wrestling skills.

You were stickin yo arm out tryna get the tag, I slapped your hand away for
a reason. If you woulda let me face Casey and Stylez on ma own, we woulda
won that match, but nahhhhhh, you just couldn't stay still, you had to involve
yo'self and tag yo'self in.

That was a bitch move.

Ill let yo ass know that I asked for this match, I asked for this fight. I specifically
asked for you because I want to knock your ass out. I want to put you to sleep,
and I want to send Corey and Brandon a message.

Knocking their asses out at the same time wasn't good enough, now I want to
knock you out and I want to do it better than the Ryan Apollos knockout of the
year. I want to flip you around better and higher than I did when I knocked his
ass out.

Nigga you done pissed me off. This Saturday, your white boi ass is offically
fucked. Your like a pussy waiting to get fucked. The IWF fucked your ass
over by allowing me to face you, and now Im gonna fuck you up for being
a soft tag team partner.

Your going to need to bring a pillow out to that ring homie. You already
know you gonna need to bring a pillow, yo night light, and yo blanket. You
gon need to bring yo whole bedroom with you cause Im angry. This is the
angriest I've been.

Everything I've worked for. All the mandems I knocked out, all those wins,
down the drain. Now Im back at rock bottom. I gotta start a winning streak
all over again, and I gotta start it from scratch, all cause of you and yo stupid
mistake.

Make a mistake in this match I dare you. You aint even gonna know what hit
you. You gonna be asking the same question Casey and Brandon asked when
they woke up, you gon be sayin "what happened....?", then you gonna look at
the titantron, you gonna see the replay, and you gonna see my fist knock all
that makeup off of yo face, you gonna see my fist, knock that purple suit off of
yo scrawnny body, and you gonna recognize and be like "Aw man I knew this
was going to happen..."

You sucked as a General Manager, and you suck even more as a pro wrestler.
After this fight your going to realize that you should just quit. Cause yo life is
a complete fail.

I already know what your going to do. Your going to do exactly what SBK tried
to do. Your going to look for an easy way out.

There aint gon be no easy way out homie. Your going to be trapped in that ring
with me. Im faster, if you run Ill catch yo ass. If you try to hide behind the reff, Ill
knock both yall out. Bitch I dont even care if I disqualify myself I just want to whoop
your ass.

I already know your going to try to bring this fight to the ground. Everyone does.
Afterall thats the point right?, its a wrestling match not a boxing match ahlie?

You gonna try to eliminate my right arm just like Stylez. You going to try to submit
me, you gonna try to grind me out like a pussy, your going to try to bring me out of
my comfort zone.

Good luck good sir.

If you take my ass down, Im gonna get back up. If you get me in a submission hold,
hold on to it for dear life cause Im gonna get out of it.

You got the heavy makeup, goofy hair, and freaky laugh. It scares alot of people but
it dont scare me. I already know your gameplan, and I know your emotions right now,
your scared of me. I aint afraid of you homie. Im confident in the fact that Im going to
hurt you, land a shot, and put you away.

See I know all about you. You play this tough game game. You play mind games with
mandems to try and get inside their head with fear. Homie that obviously aint working
on me now is it?

Oh you mad cause Im stylin on you...

You see, after a long day of playing "Perverted Clown", you go home, you wipe off
your makeup and take off your purple suit, and then you get ready to spend some
quality time to the one person who listens to you, the one person who knows how
you feel, the one person you trust, the one person you love and the one person you
who loves you back. Your puppy.

I called it a "person", and not an animal, cause I seen in an interview that you catch
feelings hard when someone dont act like that peice of shit mut is a human. Man nigga,
I heard you shower with it and sleep with it. Nigga you truly are fucked up.

Sorry for creepin yo open facebook profile. I just couldn't help






I got the belt. I got the bitches. I got the fans.

All you have is your name. You had your chance with Dan, you could've
been champion. You weren't good enough. Now Im going to take your name.

After that...

YUZZ NO HAV SHIET. HAWLLA AT AHH NEEGEER....

remind me to bust a cap in ma ass for lowering myself down to yo level.

#realshit