Post by whysoserious on Feb 19, 2009 9:57:51 GMT -5
I'm surprised you didn't go with "Last Resort" there big guy. I mean I knew you loved Papa Roach and all but man alive, you sure showed me didn't you? Perhaps you didn't get my meaning there chief. I was hoping for something original there from you Kev, not just taking a song already and showing me what you had done. Then again, you always were a bit of a plagerist weren't you? I'm sure that'll strike a chord.
Here is something original that I think you might get a kick out of...
"People say they're your friend
But you know they aren't
Everyone in this world is against you
They want you to fail
They want to see you quit
Maybe you should give into their demands
The thought of seeing the afterlife
Creeps into your head
Its so tempting
To see your grandfather again
Thinking of the rides in his motorized chair
They bring tears to your eyes
Maybe you'll say hi to your first pet
See how its doing
There are so many people to meet
You should say hello
Let them know how the family is doing
You'll tell them how they never remember you
How they've forgotten about you
Its a little sad
To see your memory forgotten
Do I want to be just a forgotten memory?
People would wonder one thing
What if
What if he'd done that
What if he'd done this
What if
I just can't take that
Not to the people that do care about me
The people that are my friends
The friends I call my brothers
To the fakers
You'll never break me
Because I'm stronger then you"
Something like that would've work a whole lot better then just using something wrote by someone else. Like I said, you never were one for complete originality, not saying that I was myself. Regardless, I still find you to be quite humorous when you're trying to act tough. Maybe I can see through the mask you love to wear as the tough guy, the guy who doesn't let a single thing in the world bother him because you're 'Superman'.
I know the real you Kevin. You're just scared and frightened. You're scared of being alone. The pressure begins to mount in your head and it you have to put on this image, this mask of what you think you should be instead of showing what you are.
I took my mask off a long time ago. What you see with me is what you get. I'm a self professed emo guy. I've openly admitted to the fact that I am. Do your homework. I have a question for you though. When was the time going to be right? I've heard some strange things but that might take the cake. Why wait to say something instead of getting it off your chest right away.
Suppose that's why we're so different. Your whole speech about how nothing can control us or stop us was just moving. In fact, I found myself moving to do something else. Are you that hard up for material that you're going generic on me all of a sudden? Where's the old K-Hard fire that used to make people stop and pay attention? Did you just suddenly lose it or are you just trying to put up a mask to not show your true feelings on this matter.
You keep feeding me this line about how I'm not over shit but yet you accepted my challenge. So once again I'm saying this to you, how much are you over this shit?
If you were over it, all my words would fall on a deaf ear and you'd go back to your normal life. You haven't though so I'm still thinking you're not over this. I'm pissed for one simple reason. It starts with the letter 'R' and ends with a "T." Its not right, its respect. I had the respect to offer an apology just a day or two after but you wanted to wait? I still fail to see a solid logical reason for that but there's always a good reason for everything so I better just leave it at that.
However, you have a lack of respect. I try to pride myself on being a respectful guy. Most of the people I had problems with in the past, all water under the bridge because I could at least respect what they brought to the table. What about you? Have you ever really had any respect for anyone but yourself? Sure you'd shake hands with people but we can all fake our way through a handshake. I'm sure you did that with me plenty of times in that little head of yours.
But now you've shown me the ultimate disrespect when I basically asked you to leave it alone. So many people have wanted to tell my kids that daddy isn't coming home, that they should find a new one. Guess what? All of them have been shipped off on a stretcher. Last year, Lance Ryan said the same things to me that you're saying. He insulted my wife, he insulted my kids and what happened to him? I beat the ever living shit out of him inside of my structure.
Tom Fury had the nerve to disrespect my dead son and I took him completely out of the wrestling business.
You have no idea what lengths I'm still willing to go to in order to get what I want Kevin. You think you know me but you still don't have a clue. Everyone looks at me and just assumes I'm the family man now, I don't know how to be that guy anymore. I'm sure you know what happens when people assume.
So when you tell me that you're going to walk up to my kids and tell them "daddy isn't coming home", you're completely wrong. None of them will ever watch this. Unlike you, I don't see the need to have a two and a half year old watch something like this. Call it being a protective parent but sometimes you know what's right for 'em. Their daddy is going to make an example out of you, Kevin. When I finally let my kids watch this tape fifteen, twenty years down the road, they'll be amazed what kind of sadistic man I can be.
This match, the Master of Horrors, is when he comes out and the only time he ever comes back out. You know exactly what I'm talking about. My brother said last year that the name used to strike fear into the hearts of people. They knew they were gonna see blood, they knew they were gonna see a guy who'd do whatever it take to kill the man standing across from him.
I might use my real name on Sunday night but Reckless Jack will be there. When people see me bleeding, he'll start to come out and he'll want to kill you Kevin. So maybe I'll have to go up to your daughter and tell her that daddy isn't coming home. Maybe I'll have to tell Angie that you're not coming home.
Or...
I'll just take a shower, go home and go to bed. There won't be a celebration. I won't want to shake anyone's hand after I get into the back. I'll just shower, go home and crawl into bed next to my wife and go to sleep. So do you plan on using another Papa Roach song or should I save you the trouble and give you A.F.I.'s phone number?
See you on Sunday.
Here is something original that I think you might get a kick out of...
"People say they're your friend
But you know they aren't
Everyone in this world is against you
They want you to fail
They want to see you quit
Maybe you should give into their demands
The thought of seeing the afterlife
Creeps into your head
Its so tempting
To see your grandfather again
Thinking of the rides in his motorized chair
They bring tears to your eyes
Maybe you'll say hi to your first pet
See how its doing
There are so many people to meet
You should say hello
Let them know how the family is doing
You'll tell them how they never remember you
How they've forgotten about you
Its a little sad
To see your memory forgotten
Do I want to be just a forgotten memory?
People would wonder one thing
What if
What if he'd done that
What if he'd done this
What if
I just can't take that
Not to the people that do care about me
The people that are my friends
The friends I call my brothers
To the fakers
You'll never break me
Because I'm stronger then you"
Something like that would've work a whole lot better then just using something wrote by someone else. Like I said, you never were one for complete originality, not saying that I was myself. Regardless, I still find you to be quite humorous when you're trying to act tough. Maybe I can see through the mask you love to wear as the tough guy, the guy who doesn't let a single thing in the world bother him because you're 'Superman'.
I know the real you Kevin. You're just scared and frightened. You're scared of being alone. The pressure begins to mount in your head and it you have to put on this image, this mask of what you think you should be instead of showing what you are.
I took my mask off a long time ago. What you see with me is what you get. I'm a self professed emo guy. I've openly admitted to the fact that I am. Do your homework. I have a question for you though. When was the time going to be right? I've heard some strange things but that might take the cake. Why wait to say something instead of getting it off your chest right away.
Suppose that's why we're so different. Your whole speech about how nothing can control us or stop us was just moving. In fact, I found myself moving to do something else. Are you that hard up for material that you're going generic on me all of a sudden? Where's the old K-Hard fire that used to make people stop and pay attention? Did you just suddenly lose it or are you just trying to put up a mask to not show your true feelings on this matter.
You keep feeding me this line about how I'm not over shit but yet you accepted my challenge. So once again I'm saying this to you, how much are you over this shit?
If you were over it, all my words would fall on a deaf ear and you'd go back to your normal life. You haven't though so I'm still thinking you're not over this. I'm pissed for one simple reason. It starts with the letter 'R' and ends with a "T." Its not right, its respect. I had the respect to offer an apology just a day or two after but you wanted to wait? I still fail to see a solid logical reason for that but there's always a good reason for everything so I better just leave it at that.
However, you have a lack of respect. I try to pride myself on being a respectful guy. Most of the people I had problems with in the past, all water under the bridge because I could at least respect what they brought to the table. What about you? Have you ever really had any respect for anyone but yourself? Sure you'd shake hands with people but we can all fake our way through a handshake. I'm sure you did that with me plenty of times in that little head of yours.
But now you've shown me the ultimate disrespect when I basically asked you to leave it alone. So many people have wanted to tell my kids that daddy isn't coming home, that they should find a new one. Guess what? All of them have been shipped off on a stretcher. Last year, Lance Ryan said the same things to me that you're saying. He insulted my wife, he insulted my kids and what happened to him? I beat the ever living shit out of him inside of my structure.
Tom Fury had the nerve to disrespect my dead son and I took him completely out of the wrestling business.
You have no idea what lengths I'm still willing to go to in order to get what I want Kevin. You think you know me but you still don't have a clue. Everyone looks at me and just assumes I'm the family man now, I don't know how to be that guy anymore. I'm sure you know what happens when people assume.
So when you tell me that you're going to walk up to my kids and tell them "daddy isn't coming home", you're completely wrong. None of them will ever watch this. Unlike you, I don't see the need to have a two and a half year old watch something like this. Call it being a protective parent but sometimes you know what's right for 'em. Their daddy is going to make an example out of you, Kevin. When I finally let my kids watch this tape fifteen, twenty years down the road, they'll be amazed what kind of sadistic man I can be.
This match, the Master of Horrors, is when he comes out and the only time he ever comes back out. You know exactly what I'm talking about. My brother said last year that the name used to strike fear into the hearts of people. They knew they were gonna see blood, they knew they were gonna see a guy who'd do whatever it take to kill the man standing across from him.
I might use my real name on Sunday night but Reckless Jack will be there. When people see me bleeding, he'll start to come out and he'll want to kill you Kevin. So maybe I'll have to go up to your daughter and tell her that daddy isn't coming home. Maybe I'll have to tell Angie that you're not coming home.
Or...
I'll just take a shower, go home and go to bed. There won't be a celebration. I won't want to shake anyone's hand after I get into the back. I'll just shower, go home and crawl into bed next to my wife and go to sleep. So do you plan on using another Papa Roach song or should I save you the trouble and give you A.F.I.'s phone number?
See you on Sunday.
