PND i2 Gaug3
NERF Everything, LEAVE Nothing
The origin of fucking hate
When our generation grows old the name Johnny cage will wrough upon them flashbacks and shivers running down their spine. Memories of a cold night, full moon on the bridge opposite me, he shuffles along, knee in the air screaming hear it comes, he brings with him the fear of attracting your testicles with his fist, with that thought in mind, you curl up into a ball and revert, into a baby like form, after the ordeal is over nothing is left but PURE FUCKING HATE.
When our generation grows old the name Johnny cage will wrough upon them flashbacks and shivers running down their spine. Memories of a cold night, full moon on the bridge opposite me, he shuffles along, knee in the air screaming hear it comes, he brings with him the fear of attracting your testicles with his fist, with that thought in mind, you curl up into a ball and revert, into a baby like form, after the ordeal is over nothing is left but PURE FUCKING HATE.