Temper Temper

I'm not just the monster under your bed. I'm the beast in your closet. Nigga, I will fuck up your WORLD!

Temper! Temper! Nownow!

I want to wreck shop! I want to break some shit that shouldn't be broke...like somebody's arm. I want to sidestep somebody rushing me and hit them...HARD!!!

I'm sick to fucking death of this world!!! I'm sick of working twice as hard for half the reward. I sick of stupid niggaz and snotty bitches! I'm sick of stupid muthafukkaz being in a position to make their stupid choices achieve relevance! I'm sick of ex-wives and ex-husbands! I'm sick of people agitating me and then looking askance because I'm ready to pull their fucking arms off! I'm sick of not being able to afford training! I'm sick of restraining myself!

Mr. McGee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't LIKE me when I'm angry!



You don't have to worry! What's done is done!
Temper! Temper! Nownow!