Post by Zombie McMorris on Jan 18, 2020 15:57:23 GMT -5
Malachi White,
I feel like that's some emo punk band from the early naughts. LOL I mean, It very well could be. Look at chu, son.
You record: 1 - 2 and 1. So You mean to tell me that you lost three fucking matches out of four and I bet you think this is going to be the place where ol’ Pumpkin Spice, chompin on razor blades, White thinks he’s going to just turn this around? Just gonna hop all up in the drivers seat and turn that fail train around. Peel it right off its tracks and pull up on a victory?
My god, like you aint been paying the fuck attention. I saw you went to TV though. I saw that. You ah, honestly believe all that talk, don’t chu? Deep down you think you got that shot.
You’re boring.
Slow
Melodramatic
And homeboy, get a little sun - it won’t kill you. Might as well call you Malachi the sickly. Malachi, the unwell.
You’re not crazy
You’re just a little on well
And right now I cant
But its been a while.
[ lyrics redacted ]
To tell you how it used to be.
Ever get beat by song lyrics? I’m going to listen to a bunch of emo shit while I craft this and bury you with it. That's how fucking good I am.
Cuz you write sins, not tragedies
LMAO
See, already.
And what a fuckin tragity is your career and your life.
But have heart. At least you’re here facing your demise like a man. More than I can say for the blind dude. But he never saw it coming.
Cuz I got a dirty little secret, there, Mr. Brightside. Mr. Neon electric milk toast. Trying to slit your wrist with the dullest joke that is your life.
I enjoy making people quit. Guys like you. Quit. forcing dudes out. Makin them uncomfortable. I do it by making you challenge yourself and then beating your ass after thinking this was all your idea
And this was all -> your idea -> right? Right? RIIGHT.
You get points for showing up.
Truth be told, you should be in the CW. You don’t want the violence I can bring. You see now, CD’s [ the hardcore champ ] he’s getting ready for a fight.
See ya boy, Nightengale, he thinks hes ready to break out. Break free. Free from the lights and the self serving lies.. Freee..
Like hes about to make history off them bones. Like he gone lick clean the plate of fate and be horrorkore champion. He’s ya boi right, bonded by steel but its still servitude or sum gay ass shit like that. Man, you cant even be poetic in your poetic form.
Listen, take the advice -> go into the CW and get your bones that way because me -> CD -> anyone and everyone else will eat you alive screaming. And I’m only give you this advice because you shown me you got some heart and I can respect that. Aint like I respect you but you aint being a punk bitch despite being a punk bitch.
In fact, take Nighten gale with you. Go be CW tag team champions. Do it for your tribe. Go do it for the wampum weepum and go back a fucking legend rather than just another zero and out statistic.
Aint chu been takin notice?
Dinoman? Gone. out.
Blind dude? Gone.out.
Wampum cuts wrist with feather ( that's you) gonna be on the way out.
This hardcore tour has been an extinction tour.
A.. trail of tears.. So to speak.
A relocation of your homeland cuz its my land and trust ya boi when he says that's its always been his land and I aint even runnin the American Immortal gimmick here. But I should.
Listen up, Weepum frostbane. Fucking cowpow pie McEmo.
Fuckin Malachi Crying Bear.
I’m going to go Andrew Jackson on your career. I’m going to make small pox look like a cool breeze on a tranquil pond deep in the heart of your scared land. Make it so that when you hear my name, all you hear is IN-GEN flashbacks to the ancestral slaughtering of your people by shiny metal gods with boom boom fire sticks
And then
The lulling sound of your elders chanting in that Dakota Fuccboi speak with the gentle pounding of drums but deep down, that's yo ass.
Man, if’n I was a proud Koyukon, I’ve had drown’d you by now or set you adrift on an ice flow because you don’t have spirit of eagle. Or strength of bear or dick of the moose.
You’re just salmon swimming up stream, getting snatched by the coked up mad man. So allow me to do your ancestors a fucking solid this week when I choke out your fuccboi wompum ass and beat you half to death with that Lou Thez press and punches.
“Stop, stop” Big ol’ Wampum Moosespeak cries.
“He’s already dead!”
Then they throw your disgraced ass into a ditch as I party it up like Luke Skywalker on Endor, fuckin all your Native honies
Call me Zombie Riverdick, cuz I ,make all those bitches wet.
And all you fuccbois dead
I feel like that's some emo punk band from the early naughts. LOL I mean, It very well could be. Look at chu, son.
You record: 1 - 2 and 1. So You mean to tell me that you lost three fucking matches out of four and I bet you think this is going to be the place where ol’ Pumpkin Spice, chompin on razor blades, White thinks he’s going to just turn this around? Just gonna hop all up in the drivers seat and turn that fail train around. Peel it right off its tracks and pull up on a victory?
My god, like you aint been paying the fuck attention. I saw you went to TV though. I saw that. You ah, honestly believe all that talk, don’t chu? Deep down you think you got that shot.
You’re boring.
Slow
Melodramatic
And homeboy, get a little sun - it won’t kill you. Might as well call you Malachi the sickly. Malachi, the unwell.
You’re not crazy
You’re just a little on well
And right now I cant
But its been a while.
[ lyrics redacted ]
To tell you how it used to be.
Ever get beat by song lyrics? I’m going to listen to a bunch of emo shit while I craft this and bury you with it. That's how fucking good I am.
Cuz you write sins, not tragedies
LMAO
See, already.
And what a fuckin tragity is your career and your life.
But have heart. At least you’re here facing your demise like a man. More than I can say for the blind dude. But he never saw it coming.
Cuz I got a dirty little secret, there, Mr. Brightside. Mr. Neon electric milk toast. Trying to slit your wrist with the dullest joke that is your life.
I enjoy making people quit. Guys like you. Quit. forcing dudes out. Makin them uncomfortable. I do it by making you challenge yourself and then beating your ass after thinking this was all your idea
And this was all -> your idea -> right? Right? RIIGHT.
You get points for showing up.
Truth be told, you should be in the CW. You don’t want the violence I can bring. You see now, CD’s [ the hardcore champ ] he’s getting ready for a fight.
See ya boy, Nightengale, he thinks hes ready to break out. Break free. Free from the lights and the self serving lies.. Freee..
Like hes about to make history off them bones. Like he gone lick clean the plate of fate and be horrorkore champion. He’s ya boi right, bonded by steel but its still servitude or sum gay ass shit like that. Man, you cant even be poetic in your poetic form.
Listen, take the advice -> go into the CW and get your bones that way because me -> CD -> anyone and everyone else will eat you alive screaming. And I’m only give you this advice because you shown me you got some heart and I can respect that. Aint like I respect you but you aint being a punk bitch despite being a punk bitch.
In fact, take Nighten gale with you. Go be CW tag team champions. Do it for your tribe. Go do it for the wampum weepum and go back a fucking legend rather than just another zero and out statistic.
Aint chu been takin notice?
Dinoman? Gone. out.
Blind dude? Gone.out.
Wampum cuts wrist with feather ( that's you) gonna be on the way out.
This hardcore tour has been an extinction tour.
A.. trail of tears.. So to speak.
A relocation of your homeland cuz its my land and trust ya boi when he says that's its always been his land and I aint even runnin the American Immortal gimmick here. But I should.
Listen up, Weepum frostbane. Fucking cowpow pie McEmo.
Fuckin Malachi Crying Bear.
I’m going to go Andrew Jackson on your career. I’m going to make small pox look like a cool breeze on a tranquil pond deep in the heart of your scared land. Make it so that when you hear my name, all you hear is IN-GEN flashbacks to the ancestral slaughtering of your people by shiny metal gods with boom boom fire sticks
And then
The lulling sound of your elders chanting in that Dakota Fuccboi speak with the gentle pounding of drums but deep down, that's yo ass.
Man, if’n I was a proud Koyukon, I’ve had drown’d you by now or set you adrift on an ice flow because you don’t have spirit of eagle. Or strength of bear or dick of the moose.
You’re just salmon swimming up stream, getting snatched by the coked up mad man. So allow me to do your ancestors a fucking solid this week when I choke out your fuccboi wompum ass and beat you half to death with that Lou Thez press and punches.
“Stop, stop” Big ol’ Wampum Moosespeak cries.
“He’s already dead!”
Then they throw your disgraced ass into a ditch as I party it up like Luke Skywalker on Endor, fuckin all your Native honies
Call me Zombie Riverdick, cuz I ,make all those bitches wet.
And all you fuccbois dead