[Mr. J]

I got my platoon on Tattooine ready to blast you fiends envisioning fractal dreams as I crack through *creak* with no actual theme I make the contrast you breathe. too fast to think too brash to blink let me ask who bleeds when the facts you see wreck and crash new feats its only factual you leave. don't back Bruce Lee unless you understand words of wisdom I turn the difference. burn the prism and unearthed a Christian for a second birth then disturbed his mission by curving his worthless henchmen. you deserve to listen when I butter up and churn the system that the churches give em.