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!
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This coming from the man who took the first month and a half of the season off? I will give you credit, you walk the walk more than than most. But, you just better stay the fuck out of my way. Cuz talk is cheap, just like Billy's Mom. My boys have taken yours to the limit, and will be ready to one more time. So just cuz your Dante's "buddy," dont think i am gonna take shit from you, or Flapjack or anybody. I aint joinin no Fagolution, or no corporation, we take care of blood. It's thick as a brick upside your dumbass head. So just stay the fuck out of my way, It'll be better for your health.
My health is just fine, fuckwad, don't worry about it. What you should be worried about is shooting that flytrap of yers off about the wrong person. You might just wind up losing teeth along with points!
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