Fuck that, Piddlemaker, and fuck you. You shoulda been matching my attitude from the very first match this season! You've had yer moments, almost to the level the league needed you to step up, but you fucking blew it. I guess that's a trait you inherited from yer momma.
Hell, maybe even yer pops.
Yer a hell of a disappointment Piddles, and you ain't fooling Tex Brickley. Play tough all you want, maybe you'll impress Shlotzky. He scares easy, The Assembly Line doesn't.
You definitely bring it when you sing it, but you need to be stepping up and putting people in check a helluva lot more if you want me to be impressed. The Reverend is lucky he's even more worthless, but yer supposed to be an original shit kicker and smack talker. So step up Piddles, step the fuck up!
Hell, he probably won't even read this. He probably thinks the title here is Piddlemaker's Lamont and that it has something to do with Sanford and Son!