So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls.
Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you’ve got your parties muddled up.
There’s no pussy here, just a dose that’ll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you.
And the fact that you’ve got «Replica» written down the side of your guns… and the fact that I’ve got «Desert Eagle point five O»… written down the side of mine… should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence.
Now… Fuck off!