WHY DON'T YOU COME DOWN TO JAMAICA AND SAY SOME OF THOSE CONFRONTATIONAL WORDS, MON?! MAYBE IF YOU'RE LUCKY I WON'T TEAR YOUR EYE LIDS OFF WITH MY TEETH AND LOP OFF ALL OF YOUR FINGERS WITH MY DULL, FISH-GUT ENCRUSTED SERRATED KNIFE
IF YOU'RE LUCKY, WE CAN HAVE A GENTLEMANLY CONVERSATION WHICH ENDS WITH ME SCOOPING OUT YOUR FACE WITH A SHOVEL.
PRAISE JAH.
AND I WOULD LIKE TO THROW ONE OF MY PATENTENED VIOLENTLY ANGRY RASTA MOLOTAV COCKTAILS, USING MY OWN HIGHLY FLAMMABLE URINE INSTEAD OF GASOLINE, AT FEELEVIL AND USE HIS BURNING CORPSE TO LIGHT ME A SPLIFF. HEEEEY MON, SMOKE SOME GANJA!!!
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