Insert Sigh

You know. I gotta say something. Don't I always.  Yeah but not like this.  I mean I think I'm a reclusive kinda ok guy...but I'm not.  I'm an awkward asshole.  And I see people like to challenge me based on this.  Like today, a coworker...helped me whatever...I guess guy thinks hes my master...superior....something.  I guess people dont realize you cant beat the dog its whole life if it ain't always been a bitch eh?

Now the point is...I feel bad someone misconstrues shit...says something...maybe they mad..or whatever..and I get it..and I just..I dont know. I let the devil take over the auto pilot.  I guess...its like your a man...I respect that. I never say anything malicious, seriously.  Then you say ah fuck him he ain't shit.  Then I make your fucking neck look like those toys from McDonald's during the eighties...you know the bendy piece of shit you had like twelve of the blue ones..and only one yellow connector?  I mean dont get me wrong...I may well get beat...but I also may well have to show someone the floor and let them see where murder lies thanks to James of Metallica for that one.
 
I dont know...no threats no nothing...I just seem to inspire comfort in people to the point they want to dog me out.  And dont realize I will snap off and man handle their ass like they wish their boy friend would...but I ain't your girl Friday and Ill beat your fucking dreams out your great grand children's heads cause its Saturday. 
 
Respect people. Believe it or not I do it.  It ain't fear.  Cause when you make it come out...its like that monster you thought was under the bed as a kid. Only now its ducked down in the back of your car.

And that motherfuckers real.