I came, I saw them smash that chair over his head. And I, I thought that he was dead. But we should not, can not, will not accept this anymore. There’s right and wrong. And now a line is drawn. Stop fucking shit up. Stop fucking shit up. Stop fucking shit up. Stop fucking shit up. We’re gonna get beat up (and it’ll only prove our point). Stop fucking shit up. Stop fucking shit up. Stop fucking shit up. (Please) stop fucking shit up. And what they call righteous, I call right. And we know that they aren’t right. They’re wrong, wrong, wrong. And the only thing that they will ever flex is their macho, macho arms; their manly, manly pecs. But they will never, ever flex their goddamned heads. So flex your head. Stop fucking shit up
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