Post by Dio Muerte on Apr 5, 2007 20:46:12 GMT -5
Darkness and two voices. Dio Muerte's and David Banks'
Dio Muerte I raced through your bull shit, pressing fast forward. I do not care about your fans. I do not care about your verbal strength, nor do I care for you. You did make some points of interests. I will point them out. Some points needed to be corrected and answered.
WHY?
CAUSE!
I am the answer to all questions. The monk in the mountain with the bat as his second opinion. Although the bat says no words, it still has more of a valued say in any conversation, as opposed to you, Banks. My bat may not say anything, but, it's still unlike you.
Dio Muerte See, YOU'RE SHIT IS GETTING OLD! Banks, really, you need to find that fountain that Ponce was looking for. But, if history repeats itself you'll find the state I hail from.
David Banks: He hails from Brooklyn
Dio Muerte You'll find your mistake. Just about three states south from the state we'll meet at.
David Banks: This coming Tuesday, I’m going to leave his ass on an EKG, straight flat lining. That flat line will be a direct result of him being left in the ring, flat on his back.
Dio Muerte I'm guessing you must be the strongest force on the face of the Earth. I've been stabbed and I still showed up for the fight. So, what will you do to me, that I haven't seen or experienced? I AM THAT CLOWN THAT KEPT COMING BACK! HHAHAHAHAHAHAH
David Banks: A wannabee
Dio Muerte ME?! You ghetto ass Chris Jericho reject. You couldn't event your own concept or your own gimmick, so you took someone else's. "GEE. I'M BLACK. I'LL BE THE BLACK VERSION! IT WILL SELL!" That shit only works for buddy cop movies and short lived sitcoms.
David Banks: Go ahead and wear a mask over your face
Dio Muerte My mask, do you know what it symbolizes? Do you really? It symbolizes I need to single myself out from people like you. The ignorance is airborne it attacks the good looking and the ugly ones. It can't attack me, it can't see me. Right now, the ignorance is eating you alive. You're fading away.
David Banks: Hate isn’t just a word, my dear Bob, it’s a damn lifestyle
Dio Muerte Your "hate" needs some assitance. Your "hate" needs coaching. Busted nuts is far from hate. Sounds like love. The love you receive at late nights. The love that was accidental that caused you. The love that you fiend for. Hate, you are from hate. To much love in your system for you to hate. Too much love in your system, the black light will tell the truth. The love lurks inside your mouth, your throat, your stomach, your rectum. You also give love back. Your receiver? Lloyd Rees of course. He's hung over with love.
David Banks: So have some booze
Dio Muerte Booze? Why would I need to drink. WHY DO YOU WANT ME DRUNK AROUND YOU? Of course, that's the only way you can spread your love. Sobriety is the only defense mechanism to your love.
David Banks: He should have stuck to pulling the curtain cord in dark matches, son, instead of making millions of Americans pull their television cords out of the socket.
Dio Muerte So conceded, but, stop talking about yourself. YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE TALKING AGAINST ME! NOT FOR ME! Are you completely stupid? A retard of the system? The one that managed to slip in, because he had a cute smile and great muscle tone. Am I the last of a dying breed? IT FEELS LIKE IT SOMETIMES! It's just a nation of idiots. They run the world, but not me. Not now, not ever. Your chance of victory is as coherent as my ramblings are to you. Seriously they do make sense, David. If you used what was foreign to you, maybe you would be able to pass that state test. Maybe you would be able to understand. AFTER ALL YOU CAN'T BE AN ENIGMA WITHOUT BEING A PUZZLE!
A LOUD THUD SHAKES THE FOUNDATION!
SNOW!
Dio Muerte I raced through your bull shit, pressing fast forward. I do not care about your fans. I do not care about your verbal strength, nor do I care for you. You did make some points of interests. I will point them out. Some points needed to be corrected and answered.
WHY?
CAUSE!
I am the answer to all questions. The monk in the mountain with the bat as his second opinion. Although the bat says no words, it still has more of a valued say in any conversation, as opposed to you, Banks. My bat may not say anything, but, it's still unlike you.
Dio Muerte See, YOU'RE SHIT IS GETTING OLD! Banks, really, you need to find that fountain that Ponce was looking for. But, if history repeats itself you'll find the state I hail from.
David Banks: He hails from Brooklyn
Dio Muerte You'll find your mistake. Just about three states south from the state we'll meet at.
David Banks: This coming Tuesday, I’m going to leave his ass on an EKG, straight flat lining. That flat line will be a direct result of him being left in the ring, flat on his back.
Dio Muerte I'm guessing you must be the strongest force on the face of the Earth. I've been stabbed and I still showed up for the fight. So, what will you do to me, that I haven't seen or experienced? I AM THAT CLOWN THAT KEPT COMING BACK! HHAHAHAHAHAHAH
David Banks: A wannabee
Dio Muerte ME?! You ghetto ass Chris Jericho reject. You couldn't event your own concept or your own gimmick, so you took someone else's. "GEE. I'M BLACK. I'LL BE THE BLACK VERSION! IT WILL SELL!" That shit only works for buddy cop movies and short lived sitcoms.
David Banks: Go ahead and wear a mask over your face
Dio Muerte My mask, do you know what it symbolizes? Do you really? It symbolizes I need to single myself out from people like you. The ignorance is airborne it attacks the good looking and the ugly ones. It can't attack me, it can't see me. Right now, the ignorance is eating you alive. You're fading away.
David Banks: Hate isn’t just a word, my dear Bob, it’s a damn lifestyle
Dio Muerte Your "hate" needs some assitance. Your "hate" needs coaching. Busted nuts is far from hate. Sounds like love. The love you receive at late nights. The love that was accidental that caused you. The love that you fiend for. Hate, you are from hate. To much love in your system for you to hate. Too much love in your system, the black light will tell the truth. The love lurks inside your mouth, your throat, your stomach, your rectum. You also give love back. Your receiver? Lloyd Rees of course. He's hung over with love.
David Banks: So have some booze
Dio Muerte Booze? Why would I need to drink. WHY DO YOU WANT ME DRUNK AROUND YOU? Of course, that's the only way you can spread your love. Sobriety is the only defense mechanism to your love.
David Banks: He should have stuck to pulling the curtain cord in dark matches, son, instead of making millions of Americans pull their television cords out of the socket.
Dio Muerte So conceded, but, stop talking about yourself. YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE TALKING AGAINST ME! NOT FOR ME! Are you completely stupid? A retard of the system? The one that managed to slip in, because he had a cute smile and great muscle tone. Am I the last of a dying breed? IT FEELS LIKE IT SOMETIMES! It's just a nation of idiots. They run the world, but not me. Not now, not ever. Your chance of victory is as coherent as my ramblings are to you. Seriously they do make sense, David. If you used what was foreign to you, maybe you would be able to pass that state test. Maybe you would be able to understand. AFTER ALL YOU CAN'T BE AN ENIGMA WITHOUT BEING A PUZZLE!
A LOUD THUD SHAKES THE FOUNDATION!
SNOW!