Post by Zombie DankMorris on Apr 9, 2016 2:06:00 GMT -5
IDK WZF,
IDK about that Raymond Hatcher fella who came up in here last week with a belly full of piss and a hand full of juice boxes to try and claim himself as the NEXT Internet Champion.
LOL with me, Loyal. Laugh at the man who done did what everyone else did.
" dhur, ZMAC I'm going to take your title because you suck and you're washed up."
by day 4 these cats aint got shit to say except tellin yours truely to shut the fuck up and do something of 'merit'
Merit, you say? Well, Dare I say ( LOL and I do ) that Merit is as Merit does; often in the capitalization..
-> Merit is the shining example of the man who has not given up on his division
-> Merit is the man who stomps the yard every day 25/8 fah 372 days out of the year and clobbers punk ass bitches into the ground so hard, Bonnie Blue squirts sunny D from her Sunshine slit.
-> Merit is holding down an entire section of the WCF brass by his damn self cuz ain't nobody white sayin' shit that even matters up in a mother fucker.
Really, WZF I could go on and on and on -> AND ON -> about Merit and what it means to be a champion. Because from where ol' Z is standing -> He's the only champ up in this bitch. And if Joey Flash wants to talk some shit, let Joey Flash talk some shit because Honey Badger don't give SHEE-ITT about no punk azz world champion, anyhow.
And why. Ask yourself that Hatcher.. Ask why.
fuck you, I'm tellin you why.
I'm the creator -> breeder-> cultivator -> I'm the man who whores this title out -> and raises it above the heads of everyone in the company. Every little post on Twitter -> them be mine. I own them. They exist because of me and through me. And through ol' Z, all things are possible ( except for beating him for the IT strap -> that shits impossible lol )
" But ZMAC, how'd you become a 4x champ then"
Well bullshit Kat Phoenix, questions; its simple
1st.. we kill the batman
then we make him do the things he's sworn himself never to do. We break him down and we weaken those moral gyroscoptic compasses until the little needle in his brain goes haywire
Then we wait. And we watch. Then we wait a little bit more.
Guess what part of the plan you're in, Hatcher.
Go on and guess.
And no, its not the part where I play your game, no,no. Its the part where you think you're winning because ol' Z is babbling 'incoherently'
And yet I'm making perfect sense -> HMM -> why is that; why even is that? Its because everything I say is plain and utter truth desguised as a sickening thud on the headboard of life. Thoroughly mind fucking you to the tune of David Bowies greatest hits.
#groundcontrol_to_majorZMAC
Its so simple, Hatcher that you just cant grasp it. No one can and they'd be lying if they told you other wise.
[ heres the part with the shoot and the xyz at slam 350 ]
LOL
what.. you think I'm going to repeat myself and tell you that I'm going to hit you with a dive killah so bad, they'll have ID you by the finger prints at Chuck E Cheese?
NO? Well I am.
I'm going to take you back to school so far then its not even going to be crime against humanity that you're in the building with all those kids.
Servin you up Slob Jaylobs and Tattor Tots with a milk box and a fruit cup.
And you're just going to smile because thats your boyhood favorite ( or not you might deny such claims BUT FUCK YOU ) And then you'll ask for more, and more and more.
And I'll give it ya.
make you eat the pin, too.
LOL
5 fuckin days Hatcher.... musta got lost somewhere along the way.
but that won't save you.
It won't save you at all
IDK about that Raymond Hatcher fella who came up in here last week with a belly full of piss and a hand full of juice boxes to try and claim himself as the NEXT Internet Champion.
LOL with me, Loyal. Laugh at the man who done did what everyone else did.
" dhur, ZMAC I'm going to take your title because you suck and you're washed up."
by day 4 these cats aint got shit to say except tellin yours truely to shut the fuck up and do something of 'merit'
Merit, you say? Well, Dare I say ( LOL and I do ) that Merit is as Merit does; often in the capitalization..
-> Merit is the shining example of the man who has not given up on his division
-> Merit is the man who stomps the yard every day 25/8 fah 372 days out of the year and clobbers punk ass bitches into the ground so hard, Bonnie Blue squirts sunny D from her Sunshine slit.
-> Merit is holding down an entire section of the WCF brass by his damn self cuz ain't nobody white sayin' shit that even matters up in a mother fucker.
Really, WZF I could go on and on and on -> AND ON -> about Merit and what it means to be a champion. Because from where ol' Z is standing -> He's the only champ up in this bitch. And if Joey Flash wants to talk some shit, let Joey Flash talk some shit because Honey Badger don't give SHEE-ITT about no punk azz world champion, anyhow.
And why. Ask yourself that Hatcher.. Ask why.
fuck you, I'm tellin you why.
I'm the creator -> breeder-> cultivator -> I'm the man who whores this title out -> and raises it above the heads of everyone in the company. Every little post on Twitter -> them be mine. I own them. They exist because of me and through me. And through ol' Z, all things are possible ( except for beating him for the IT strap -> that shits impossible lol )
" But ZMAC, how'd you become a 4x champ then"
Well bullshit Kat Phoenix, questions; its simple
1st.. we kill the batman
then we make him do the things he's sworn himself never to do. We break him down and we weaken those moral gyroscoptic compasses until the little needle in his brain goes haywire
Then we wait. And we watch. Then we wait a little bit more.
Guess what part of the plan you're in, Hatcher.
Go on and guess.
And no, its not the part where I play your game, no,no. Its the part where you think you're winning because ol' Z is babbling 'incoherently'
And yet I'm making perfect sense -> HMM -> why is that; why even is that? Its because everything I say is plain and utter truth desguised as a sickening thud on the headboard of life. Thoroughly mind fucking you to the tune of David Bowies greatest hits.
#groundcontrol_to_majorZMAC
Its so simple, Hatcher that you just cant grasp it. No one can and they'd be lying if they told you other wise.
[ heres the part with the shoot and the xyz at slam 350 ]
LOL
what.. you think I'm going to repeat myself and tell you that I'm going to hit you with a dive killah so bad, they'll have ID you by the finger prints at Chuck E Cheese?
NO? Well I am.
I'm going to take you back to school so far then its not even going to be crime against humanity that you're in the building with all those kids.
Servin you up Slob Jaylobs and Tattor Tots with a milk box and a fruit cup.
And you're just going to smile because thats your boyhood favorite ( or not you might deny such claims BUT FUCK YOU ) And then you'll ask for more, and more and more.
And I'll give it ya.
make you eat the pin, too.
LOL
5 fuckin days Hatcher.... musta got lost somewhere along the way.
but that won't save you.
It won't save you at all
