You wanna go bitch? You think you got shit? Lying ass piece of hippy-ass bullshit? You wanna go? Let's go bitch! But first, get the kids off. This language is going beyond what you even can take, cunt. Piss off pussies, here it is.
You like to lie bitch? Come on. Adults only here. That means no hippies, logically. You smelt it? You played on 911 bitch, shut the fuck up, you don't know the smell. I was there. Can I say that? That I was there? I hid underground. I told my men, stay underground. You play on 911? Go die twat. You do not know the smell. Pussy ass pictures, my marriage counselor on his knees in my fucking desert! Pussy ass bullshit! Come on, let's go! The smell of burning flesh. You act like you're shit. You cooked your knee up in a frying pan? You stupid, fucking stupid, stupid-ass hippy piece of bullshit. You played on 911? You wonder why your time is up? Why nobody but a couple of stoned-ass nothings give a shit about your worthless crap? Fuck off now hippy cunts! This is the smell! Is this pork? Is this human beings? You take your pretentious, self-righteous crap and tell me why I was underground? Why I was down there, smelling that, you stupid shit. Your political bullshit. Why is GWB pulling this off you stupid fuck? When you take a shit on your own disciples because you can't grasp reality?
Fuck the hell off bitch. You weren't there. Your self-righteous, judgemental hippy assed bullshit was not there. You are a fucking moron, your trusted advisors are fucking morons, your believers are fucking morons, and your beliefs, mercy of mercies and compassions of compassions, are fucking moronic. Now go back to your little nowhere and sing your little songs of nothing. For god's sake, go die ASAP and stop wasting the potential of thinking beings with your stinking bullshit. Go the fuck away before I have to smell that smell away. Go pass your empty pretentious judgements and get the fuck out of the way while the rest of us die for what we believe. While we jump off of buildings so that we don't have to join that smell. While you take sides in an empty conflict and an innocent old man dies because he has a beard. How sad is this? What do you want? This is my heart! Where is yours, liar?