Thursday, February 11, 2016

Musings from Valhalla: 6'3" and Bullet Proof



Strollin' down the high street gettin' admired by my fans, people know who I am round here...damn local celebrity son. 





Two thugs think they tough, shit mouthin' off at my strong assed self. I'm like **** this shit, and start crackin' skulls. 


Hit one and he went down like a sack o shit, other guy tries pussyin' out and shit sayin' how it weren't his fault. I don't give a S**t!  




F*cks be hollerin' sayin' this guys got a gun, he then pulls it out and shoots me. Luckily my jacked muscle fibers stopped the bullet, turns out I got bulletproof skin or some sh*t...



I knock him the F**k out then go on with my daily business. Ain't sh*t son.


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