Post by Marcus T on Oct 6, 2009 1:32:07 GMT -5
(We open up to Marcus hanging the heads of Kingpin and Rastafari on his wall next to Eno Redrum)
BBMT: I bet you like what is on my wall. Better yet... you like what is around my waist. It's funny how Saber and his Jerk off partner get first dibs on me. I guess they are the ones with the golden ticket to the Marcuswonka kicking ass plant. You two always wanted to know how Marcus made it to the top. Well you are about to find that out. You are also going to feel how it feels to have your head hang on my wall.
So before you start with the spouting off about how you are going to beat me, you need to thin twice and recalibrate your words. The last three men who did it left with out their heads. I may not be the queen of hearts, but you are about to be lost in a wonderland wondering how the hell you got caught up in something you don't understand.
I am going to do your a favor. I am going to come to the ring in a pair of women's pants. Black leather. Wear them so tight you can see the imprint of my third leg pressed against my left leg. Now I can't move, tell me if you can knock me down, or will I stay on my feet like a foot fungus.
I am not going to shiver on the words of some scrub who name I confuse with another looser like Saber. I'm telling you two juveniles I will beat the holy hell out of you, then I might choke the good word out of your voice, then I might just knock the fear of god out of you and have your preacher say GOD DAMN!
There I go with the threats. That is what happen when I get all worked up like a black chick feeling the holy spirit. Well, my friends, I will not be dancing on the words of the good lord, but I will be dancing on the words and the head of the good lord and have him strike you down for bringing him bad luck!
Colt, what you have being dealing with is JaMarcus Russell. What you are about to face is a Marcus T. if I had Russell in my name I would be the grandson of Bill Russell and like him I will dominate every time I step in my office.
Go make your cross.
Go say your prayers..
Go start your Cult.
Go get the corpse of David Kerish
And you will see what is means to burn like a building in Waco, when you career crash and burn right where I STAND!.
BBMT:
THE HOLY FATHER
THE ONLY SON
And
Hell on EARTH!
BBMT: I bet you like what is on my wall. Better yet... you like what is around my waist. It's funny how Saber and his Jerk off partner get first dibs on me. I guess they are the ones with the golden ticket to the Marcuswonka kicking ass plant. You two always wanted to know how Marcus made it to the top. Well you are about to find that out. You are also going to feel how it feels to have your head hang on my wall.
So before you start with the spouting off about how you are going to beat me, you need to thin twice and recalibrate your words. The last three men who did it left with out their heads. I may not be the queen of hearts, but you are about to be lost in a wonderland wondering how the hell you got caught up in something you don't understand.
I am going to do your a favor. I am going to come to the ring in a pair of women's pants. Black leather. Wear them so tight you can see the imprint of my third leg pressed against my left leg. Now I can't move, tell me if you can knock me down, or will I stay on my feet like a foot fungus.
I am not going to shiver on the words of some scrub who name I confuse with another looser like Saber. I'm telling you two juveniles I will beat the holy hell out of you, then I might choke the good word out of your voice, then I might just knock the fear of god out of you and have your preacher say GOD DAMN!
There I go with the threats. That is what happen when I get all worked up like a black chick feeling the holy spirit. Well, my friends, I will not be dancing on the words of the good lord, but I will be dancing on the words and the head of the good lord and have him strike you down for bringing him bad luck!
Colt, what you have being dealing with is JaMarcus Russell. What you are about to face is a Marcus T. if I had Russell in my name I would be the grandson of Bill Russell and like him I will dominate every time I step in my office.
Go make your cross.
Go say your prayers..
Go start your Cult.
Go get the corpse of David Kerish
And you will see what is means to burn like a building in Waco, when you career crash and burn right where I STAND!.
BBMT:
THE HOLY FATHER
THE ONLY SON
And
Hell on EARTH!