I'm getting out while I can still count these murders

on only one hand. I'm throught looking after you,

second guessing your next move. Lock the doors, turn

out the lights. The Wolves are out tonight. Playing

that shitty bass. So, you get your kicks using my

daughter and my wife as target practice? Well, how do

you like that shaft straight up your ass? And I'll

damn you right in your tongue. You have used that

grinning "no english" crap for the last time on me.

And, since when a shot of paint elevate the classes?

You run around real cute with your rainbows, like we

dont know. Like we care. So, look away when you see

me, just look away. It never ends for me. Like it the

fourth neverending. Yeah, you're real brave roughing

this. Until you have children of your own. There is no

pride in these chances.