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‘Freestyle Champion’ Original Lyrics by Roger Mark Francis

Yeah. After all this time lol. I found the original lyrics to Freestyle Champion. I wrote it while in Mental Hospital, the Brain Jail. Yeah, don’t do nothing bad or you’ll get sent to Head Prison. That is, if you’re Caucasian. I think if you are a Negro it’s normal and you get on with it. With Life. In all my days in hospital I’ve seen only two Negros. This dude in a wheelchair, I gave my lighter to him. The other one was in Basingstoke PICU, this dude…I accidentally broke his Guitar. Sorry dude!Freestyle Champion Original Lyrics by Roger Francis

“Could you make ya’ neurotransmintters hurry up and click?

to reach the decision I already decided on

it’s not about the money, cars, bitches

I don’t need em son I ain’t even got none

but I got certificates to prove i’m not mad

whether this is getting iller

while you’re trying to prove you have the equivalent of Schizophrenia on the Mic

all you prove is that

its not about the love either

I don’t need a crowd an audience to witness

‘just as well’ I hear you say

and I am just as well

26thSeptember you rely on it

just as well as fair in my near infinite wisdom

i’ll say I forgive you man, I probably won’t

to clear it up i’m the one you pray to when you ask for forgiveness

can you forgive this?

In his near-Herculean displays of semi or more than fairness

Minor Deity Shit

I forgive God and get sent for my sins to heaven

not joking where i’m from is like a Hendrix cover

South Saturn Delta, actually i’m from the East, then,

not purple haze more like bluey-green

I see my home planet in dreams

modern concepts that in a competition you’d be willing to wait a couple of minutes for me to remember

your Utopia more like Conetticut

if I give you fifty percent shares in our conversation I lose several billion

why you complainin’?

Aliens hit me off with things you cannot fathom

they write the whole album and tell me to write one

about Neil Armstrong…

he was getting tortured by The Moon

if he was European he would barely have made fuckin’ U.S. News

possessed the spirit of a tiger in Germany

offed one you blame a feline hungry and in captivity

came round to mine for a few hours we watched ESPN

put his legacy on the Presidents team and to my surprise they won

yeah I know but there’s a semi Siberian Cat-Being missing his Son

word gets back to his home planet that’s the case, son

as I dress in leather and get done for self effacement

skin of a cow legacy an chased Jesus off the Cat’ Ground

He didn’t bring any Cider to the Cipher and he got partially eaten by a Mechanical Spider

Spinning Multidimensional Webs attracting ya Time Flies, boy

it don’t when you’re in near solitary for thousands of Centuries

guarded by thousands of sentries

get Sky and get threatened during Prime Time

don’t get at me man, I know this shit don’t rhyme

just ‘cos someone gets robbed by a horse after Half-time equine alcoholic only wanted cheese and wine

Military Personnel getting anxious about Caffeine Levels sayin stuff about dying

Fuck It, i’m callin’ it Freestyle Shit, pop ur shit at a similar level same time without dryin’

battle shit spent I wonder where my anger went

Maybe i’m In Love or something…

I need to be around Women if only for the Discharge and ‘heaven scent’ Yeast Infections

Cobain dies at Twenty-Seven and asks me ‘What’s the difference?’

my voices are telling me to write about chemical influence

the voices are saying i’m so ill my voices tell me I don’t get voices

choices and vices

chances you end up handcuffed to handcuffs handcuffed to something obvious are obvious

just like you I had my chances

the Presidents Wife thinks Sick Spirits come to Earth to be Born, on a side note

traditional truant with a persistent sick note

as I lie in bed til whenever fuckin’ I want

I wonder where it, (the instinct) went

as always I blame the Institution to a certain extent

Life’s an Institution as much as the works of Heidegger or Kant

spirits dig Earth but when they Die they can’t leave it

until I absorb significant amounts of negativity

someone lucky gets the other side of it, I think she’s called Nelly Furtado, Man (!)

positive thoughts get to escape and rejoin the rest of the galaxy

tough time for Homeboy, but the stars are different, ask Brian May

depressives are healers for their soul twin

i’m going negatively off point but I can’t emotionally reciprocate, then again

the Human Voice is so Foreign it causes pain

we’re all Aliens to Aliens but Earth’s not shared, not theirs, its ours

that’s what we think about the Internal Intricacies of the nearest Coloniseable Cluster, Anyhow

So Peace to Tau Ceti, Thank God, Yo, I’m Out.”

Written by Roger Mark Francis, 2012

Performed by Horsebox as ‘Freestyle Champion’, available on Horsebox, ‘Iller Than Illness Plus

Andromeda Is For Free, Poetry

The Worst Thing In The World

I We You can’t believe this shit. Also, I can’t remember it because G organised a Alien Flashy Stick Thing on me, right then, oh I wonder why if G got nothing to hide

All of G actions seem aesthetically charged, imbued with meaning, laden with sentiment, significant others involved as per usual. Apparently G is pretending, acting out a role oh no ive gone to far and got stuck in the moment oh no type affair. Make believe Evil in its worst or is it best oh God Im so fucking funny, if only to those I insist depend on me, yeah.

It seems weird, this whole thing, the tone, it’s soooooooooo familiar, like in FNM The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies, the sentiment, the same innuendo from G side which I we you are of completely unaware. Football, yeah, should write about that…do you need help watching the football? A common phrase i’ll explain, or I subscribe t that shit (reps), I can’t afford for you to make it, G has no financial interest in the truth, …and look at that bubble butt- the baddest bitch in the game, can you teach me Nothing Else Matters (guitar nsection?), You want to Battle (reps – 872), Ugly (as sma), Get Out, I am torturing your dead cats soul, fisher price my first Timbaland, We got Him, Im calling the President, Thats not conjectivyy…etc, scramble Air Force One, One of these ants/etc is president… / …, I killed your father, is it cos I is black, and G’s favourite, I want you to know that I just raped your wife. Comedy gold, as im sure we all agree. Im sorry I got your daughter pregnant etc. etc.

Seems G has a phobia of me accomplishing anything, with someone else escpecially, even with a best friend material typ’a scenario. Mmmmmmaybe oh G didnt like the mmmmm bit, like why the fuck are you watching, honestly, like, im 6’1 ish, G cannot accept/verify more that 5’7. Climb Mount Kilimanjiro, take a small group up, even, past Uhura, all the way to the Flag a looooonnngg stroll further. ‘No you didnt u cheated’ I did, man, I made it. Sure, I could claim that I got at least two witnesses, Sarah the Vetinary Surgeon ive got the horn for 4 some practice/reason in part due to her claiming right now that she masturbated me to a thrilling climax…oooohhhhyyyeeaahhh those Australian Girls, i’m just lucky, not because … glad i’m not at a Royal Event, a Gala, if you understand the meaning. Man, if…i could, Sarah, maybe you can’t come straight up to me here in bed and say “i want to Fuck you”…”i can bring you off subliminally, the layers of meaning implicit in your bizarre behaviour on Sunday, Larium etc. Rog, ill get to the point. I want you to fuck me. I left my German lover momentarily so we can fuck, you’ve fucking well given me the horn. So, get your c…..(r puts his hands on s shoulders, stroking her left breast on the way up. “do me on the fl…”

she experienced her most powerful orgasm of her 30’s and her knees trembled

she fumbled his radioactive, quarantined-by-the-navy-and-clergy

pushes him onto bed?

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

wank off

think of me as you blag your own safe, who cares about the Scandanavian girl you’re trying to fuck.

Can u type

with the left? Handy 8)

as brittn says tell me how u want to do me

should I bring one of the aussies, kate?

Or not……..

ffffuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

”’when u fart do u sniff it too?”’

I read this article by a porn star, he’s like, u gottta bring your A game to every shoot, you cant fuck 2btimes on friday, 3 times on sat and then execute a pro-peerformance on Sun in front of the cameras. You’re not on you’re A game shit so you’re not gonna thrust A game either, sure u shoot more than most, but then again, man, you’re no Johnny Wad, no Dick Waddington even with full maracas. Who’s to say, maybe you wont fill the quota, a little film left, maybe you’ll get shit on, maybe you have to fuck a burns victim, a double amputee, a fat blind chick. Gets wood, no chance, all of a sudden you can’t fuck and find yourself being sodomised by, say, a Turk, an hermaphrodite, a vending machine (hi chocomilk! x), a carton of orange juice, but then being raped by an oversized OJ carton is a standout fantasy for you. Raped. Again and Again, raped. actually raped. No? No.

Should

tired, fatigue setting in…a sandwich…anything to sustain my energy, anything except for another wanga, Robin Wood? Holly Wood?

Oh but…fuck, wheres Jimi Hendrix and Miles Davis gone, looking at you, yeah. Also, Rick Mayall (marl red), sir murray walker, kurdt cobain, frank zappa, socrates, gerard houllier, lemmy out of motorhead, david bowie, Dark Princess Cleopatra, Chris Cornell from Soundgarden, Elizabeth Wurtzel, Dot and Pat from Eastenders, the Abbot Brethren from TX, Mozart, Bob Marley, Leonardo DaVinci, Jeff Hanneman, Julius Ceasar, Caroline Aherne, jim morrison, and of course, Satan, Shergar, and The Queen Mum

Morals

Uhhhhhh where to start? Maybe ‘cos I don’t know what it means, meanwhile an evil apparition which hates me and all I do is eminating hate anew because it doesn’t like the way I colloquialise. It’s a spirit which has given your Hero 8( untold grief over the decades, centuries, comes around in different forms basically saying and doing the same thing as always, fucking evil “evil is as evil does” ………and so on, maybe I did this earlier, the beyond stupid quotes from a true heathen. Maybe thats where I could start, say what this pseudo-evil shit is doing. I feel that Morals are not it’s forte, as for hating what I write, as NF used to say, like Why r u watching? Same with Guns n Roses’ Get In The Ring – ‘subtle manipulative devices’ and antagonism, or The Stone Roses track on ‘tucks and slurs upon my every word’

all these and so many more, to think it is a negro, or pretends to be one, taking the form of one, meant to have Soul and……………yeah

anyway here are examples of its actions.

-nnnnnnnnnno cos the meds have kicked in.

-employs people where I am, hospital, to annoy me, be it staff or patients, like coughing outside my window, constantly asking stupid questions, or, to the best of my knowledge, raping and murdering, ruining my life wherever possible, Impersonation a person, confidence trickster / trojan hoss’

I see this motherfucker in every single room I enter. He always seems to inflate any situation like a fucking drama queen , and the thing about being a no-human-form-haver means that I cant escape the attack, 232 times today, block it out…it said it’s Attack against Defence, as in me defencing and it attacking. I said I didn’t want to, I didnt want to because its a semi-massive trauma every time, what would u expect from Quantum Computers and Budget to Spend. Too much funding? Great.

And now the motherfucker is right beside me, offering writing advice.

Calling me ‘Rip’ don’t know why. My voices have started too, they say ‘you lost your best friend to Germaine The Willy Williams’, funny cos thats what this shit is about too, this little shit. Or not funny like his Lyrics, or witty, deep, knowledgeable, sincere, caring, thoughtful etc. Or even decipherable. A constant comparison with GerFuckingMain in the superior, he probable wanks to it.

Then I feel my head getting blown off, I cant feel my body, and Germolene celebrates another kill……………………………………………………………………………………………………………the next day ……..

…………………..

fuck………………morals, yeah whatever. U define morals maybe by things u oppose naturally, things u hate, maybe a reaction to something, or u feel like somethings wrong but u dont know what it is…….dunno, that could be opinion or knowledge or instinct or leads into them …………………………………………………..

I got stressed (dont mention specifics) asked for Lorazepam and its like I said the most((de)constructive) thing, like I asked for an argument sketch in Monty Python Skin. I am…so sick of meaningless confrontation, meaningful confrontation,, I would say it’s part of my nature as a deeply Autisticn Weirdo but then I get challenged in my thoughts and it’s like ”’Professor Declan Murphy Disagreed”’ with the diagnosis of Autism, A-Typical or uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Aspergers…and, for those unnaturally gifted at antagonism, confidence lacking and Always At War With Me meaning Canibus, eg, KRS? ”At War”??? They are attempting to Kill Me. Failing that, I should talk on relative death, spirits dying, Earth’s Angels ruptured and dissolving in Agony, becoming Pain itself FOR ME!

Oh I couldnt fucking guess what that means I am, many of you, whatever Skin colour you seem so unconcerned about, hating Roger Forever without knowing why At All but there’s always something Petty at best, many of you motherfuckers (sorry?!) see that as an opportunity to hurt….hurt well what?

Hurt a caucasian because i’m White

Hurt an Angel? fuck off Sma and Sma is like ‘An Ugly Angel’? Sma has a quota of number of times she calls me Ugly, she says she works for the…blah blah blah (lets get to specifics?) …Like…either God or Rape, |God first.n It’s a stupid Word. It sounds stupid, and its so abrupt, like an interrupt in Scrabble, For something meaning, well, everything, maybe nothing, too, fucking stupid, everyone has a different chance…at being famous and making it sort of thing but it’s all money really, God…yeah its different in Negroe culture. ”God” is something people say in Anger, like its unfair, something fucks up, stub a toe or get chemical burns, stabbed in the upper arm with a compass, God Is Blamed, Blame God, I…God Hates Us All, the slayer thing…Blame It On God, deicide,

yeah whatever. Im going 4 a cig, the word, concept puts me in a Bad moood and its probably blasphemous, fucking Christians…….oh sorry……………………………

(the next day)…………..uhhhhhhhhhh….o- yeah

”’Spent The (k)night with me/you”’

-a wistful Palin as Galahad, two Nun

provacateurs looking…feisty, teasing our Knight wit their dirty dirty Eyes.

Theres a punchline? Yeah the Spent bit,m like in Autstin Powers. No?

Dont…fucking…read then, if you could in the first place, my shit is often literal, literally literature to ‘your’ hmmm lightweight fiasco, a predetermined farcical non-event, a shameful shambles, syllables scattered like Prodigy Cymbals…you’d never determine the source of my lyric, you’d be more successful in attempting to marry a potato…fucking marriage, who invented the shit? You don’t really care, just wanna get on with your day? No, thats cool, fine with me. You don’t mind? Refreshing, isnt he, your lover? Oh you dont have a lover? Girl u so so wrong, well Jesus loves you…in what sense? Uhhh…wellll if Jesu the Lyrical…at least he has lyrics, yeah, people still quoting him sorry Him couple of thousand years later, he moved things too, water into wine…uhhhh..guess u could put liquid Acid in water, or like MDMA, im I rigght in thinking that any modern interpretation of christian view denotes me as blasphemous? If is was me who wrote it it is…yup…someone else…not so…. oh I see, yup that seems fair, no, really, no, you’ve been more than polite, I wouldntm seek to overstay my welcome, the last thing I want is to be is a burden. Oh, of course, always a pleasure, never a…oh absolutely not, much obliged i’m sure, oh…fucking…Hark.n are you jesus are you jesus are you jesus in disguise are you jesus in disguise?

I’m the one who’s spent. ‘Spent’…. ‘Money’

opp of spent? Saved? Withheld? Oh sure withhold the money, blasphemer, not only would it be a fairly insuccessful Porno, it sounds like a Poo thing with my man Freud. Wonder how he handles Ameobic Dyssentry, laxatives, constipation, Curry Night, Bidets, did they even have toilet paper back in 46,324 BC?

All part of the same thing, he ”’says”’

The ”’? Yeah, I invented it. It means ”’thought”’ and is useful in books, like, instead of Said Cyril the Squirrel, or Exclaimed Madonna, and then you’re simply out of …similar…fuck, dont know, dialogue is better, u c to me its a step forward, thinking, ”’thought”’ Our hero, like ”’man, i’d love to put my hand in his pants”’ ”’they’re exchanging forehands”’ or ”’…and i’m afraid that’s out”’ or returning to a Poo theme ”’that’s the biggest shit i’ve ever seen.”’

Aaaaannnddd im getting a feeling that my own creation can coiunt against me. No creation ever should, original shit, why would it? Except for coming up with, say, a…way to Snuff the Sun, original, I dont know, but it’s like its…delusional if I do it, I cant prove it, modern shit, I dont know if im the girst to do it but man…… modern life is rubbish, so true, come up with something new and get humanings fighting over it, claiming its theirs, legals, and thats even without humanfolk genuinely observing that it was their own thought originally, and it came from God, like it did to Me. Oh, Hail. 8)

Or some motherfucker is trying to steal my shit because i’m the Illest, ”’thinking”’ dunno maybe not b-coz im the illest but because my concepts are so veruy very fly, they like them but for some reason they dont want to or cant acknowledge the knowledge source, canibus would say replace the hate with respect but dunno its so hard…yeah. Try a compliment? Unless of course u a man and hes a man so yo’ll get called a butty. Shouldnt be like that but C’est la vie….c-ya! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrAAAAAAAaaaHHHHhhh!!!!

Life is a Losing Game

Living Game, poultry, totally

fed up, cant take no mo’

nice’a ‘tallica to give me what I wan’

no money down

ive never had less self control

implied I did her anyway, to the gal’s

gallows pole? I dont wanna know 8)

Polish some polish polish, no?

U say potato I say potato

chips to fries, she wants it shaven pol

when Fry is merely Homer

Asked Chloe if she wanted Coffee

She didn’t say No, Really

But she still heard Well Well by Nel

Scenario is beyond voice memo,

now is photo Booth

with the lyrical

a point of view enforced with chrome

apparently im in a position to Ask fo’

Anything? Huh? I didnt deman’

or threat’n

turns into medieval dead style death

turns into a skeleton with scimitar

turns into stone like fire

turns into rose like Marigold

says ”’u wanna Marry?”’

instead of being Sarc’y

takes it literally, such a shame, the Not

yeah well too bad

shame it’s maybe what u wan’

time to talk lyrically, marry what?

Specifics and time travel

are such a drag

Pointless, two’s on that without a fag

old fashioned values as an excuse

come and get me?

If Only there was such a facility

Shit is Easy like wanting to be Me

Arrogant isn’t he, closer to Aragorn

Pink clouds, big Wow

Englands Broke and we torture our Own R Home Grown, Human Lobe

Gimme the Lute, midieval Heist

Lunatics fear the Moon, totally

beyond, now, best kept secret

turned utterly unwanted now

Must have been Passed Around

Like a crack pipe or football

there ya go, its all he talks about

Rememberance of things Passed,

but more Molby than Proust

similar to a Professor or Prost

change into a gown for sentiments

sake

so let me go. No? U don’t want me

around, more underground than a Grave of Big L suddenly spouting

Poems, a legend on Round Tables

and i’m drinking now, so ex- calibur?

I pull like it’s on accident

Beefy enlightened ceremony, therapy

an artisan, then, an artificial artefact

shit is ill, seen that WOW ceti shit?

Well maybe they referenced my Bell

aight, whatever

shit must be Clover, a magnificent

masterpiece,

too beautiful, you’re either R or L

stare at the accomplice, snitch

you still couldn’t tell

referenced myself on 408 occasions

caught C checking the 3-1

death is as literal as u know it

brothers killing brothers an’ shit

so it’s relative, Nuns and Sisters

Sucking dick quick

a Standard Charter to Whoopi

type-a-thing, innit

fuckin weirdo, every concievable

excuse made to who, though?

Well I gotta go, My 20 friends won’t smoke themselves, a suicide cig

Make death illegal, may as well

Well……………..i’d rather be up in L7

No need to pretend to be dead

tell me where u think the deal from?

Whatever

Roger Francis, july 2021 ADetc

You Are Consumed With Passion


Roger Francis
31 Mar 2021, 03:56 (1 day ago)
to me

If u were male and me female then it would be rape. But then what is rape. Or really anything else, but… something specially only male humans get in trouble for? Suspicious at best. In nature or whTever its an issue like in a pRk . In the community, the magical mystical thing, a future utopia if somehow I can be worthy of experiencing the joy of living in amongst flawed, greedy, semi-rodent and significantly porcine meatbags called puny humanings 

In mental Hospital where I am…oh, the olanzapine is hidden, secreted in the…oh, the thorazine too? That’s American though. Weird how when people talk about America, they really assume it’s North America, they mean North America, yeah, well, it’s true, it’s not even really implied, anyway, medicine… u think of medicine, administered in hospital, by doctors, is something that will be…uh…beneficial. Yeah I know, there’s differences between physical hospital and mental infirmaries, plus I believe there’s an anecdote about … anecdotes are annoying, wind up merchants like Patterson et al would almost religiously employ the technique to…annoy…or….wind…me…uuuuuuhhh……up? Yh. 
But..it’s different if you have been in mental institutions. Right, the word right don’t sound , uh, right. Like I previously noted, its…oh definitions sure, but it’s right or wrong, right or left, right like an affirming pretext, like ‘right!’ If Stalin criticises my ceramic pig 🐖 collection one more time…right like u obey the rules…that is right…that is not right…right like legitimacy, like u got the right to do something or is it just the power, or might is right, the right to do whatever you want really but to me always sounds like someone’s going to get invaded- doing something because u r able to is uncharitable. Right I’ve had enough…Right sounds like rite too, like in rite of passage will they won’t they tense courtroom drama featuring hom-zom-rom-com by-your-leave / much-obliged-I’m-sure or even a casual hows-your-father in the nick where u have potentially been fitted up for the Heathrow terminal B Tickle. Makes me think of a blag…on the BBC B32k there’s this game called Blagger, you get to blag a mainframe and everything. But not do the time if u get caught I guess. In GTA et al nobody does any serious time either…I know, why would anyone play a game where u get put in prison but, in a consequential and almost entirely coincidental allegory, that’s crime anyway…my God…have people no standards? Tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime…you mean Capitalism? Having to pay for Food? Clothes? Yes, right is political too, that is not an allegorical device At All. Socialism asleft, conservatism as right, man, why does…it sounds biased, like far right, yeah far out, man, whats happening later, really out of sight, and of course far right and far left and typical extremist cone-texts or is is contexts…apparently it forms a ⭕️ circle and they bleed into one another…seems like an inevitable clash, leading this malnourished witness to wonder why we can’t be neutral to some extent and relax. Who defines what neutral is, though? Maybe The Neutrals, like from Futurama, funny cos that was once considered extreme too, now…extreme? Edgy anyway but is now mainstream. It all came from StarTrek, where we see The Neutral Zone…Space… the Final Frontier…even the Captains first words could well inspire fear in his previous namesake like Roger, Kif etc. A Frontier in the hands of an American sounds like a scenario where the Indian-equivalent gets if-you-will patronised, subdued and then snuffed. 
Prime directive or is it Patterson againc

Sent from my iPad

Dimebag from Sierra Leone

Rhyming from Sierra Leone

Crying when I heard the ring tone

We are on our own

Waiting for Sierra Leone to phone 

Bones claiming King now it’s on

I’m that already

Let it be known

The bed is the throne

So cum put the helmet on,

Shit is titanium brilliant

Get a trillion quids

Bribe a trillion squids

We’re better at this

US rappers using English Language?

There’s little subtlety and less self effacement

Li’l Uzi, whoever makes your beats is bent

What do u call it, new rap?

Well it is new but it ain’t that

Intelligent Rap

We can do that

The source of this ain’t on no coast 

Though it is South Central

To the County

To the what?

Just like States

Why not debate the disunited state of America

With beautiful Marika 

This form of rhyming is called Street

Intellectual Street Hop ish

With your host Kool Larry Fly

We’re high but we didn’t get high

Higher dimensions, the source is nearby

Shit is funny of course,

Like Bond Bond saying his name in an airport

There ain’t no lines of powder to snort

Snout Barclay Chesterton the Lyrical

Wilberforce Tulip the Pimp

An Amputated foot, so I limp with a limp when I limp, kid

Mutated 

The most iried up motherfucker of all, Keith

The best who ever did it, to relief

I’m cool like a keish 

Real men don’t eat it

Know what I’m sayin’

Prayers are work in’

Not relying on blind faith

Maybe ask David Blunkett

An honourary MP be me

Me invent me own party, see

C-Green

Sexy sexy sexy

We need money, money, money

Capitalism is a butty, butty, butty 🥪 

And I’m ready, ready, ready

Commander on a Commodore sixty four

Well sixty four kings to play

If u want to parlay, partner.

U wanna battle then choose sixty four queens, my Queen

True Majesty, you are truly Majestic

Invented new chess but there’s nobody to build it

Better order 128 chess sets 😻

Safe, with the lyrical

Make you feel safe?

Well, making love to a beautiful woman is like blagging one 

Sensitive, use your fingers, caress, but keep a shotgun

If the filth come

Rasta men don’t love no lawman

Blast ‘em with a weapon

Gauss Gun Somalian Pain Distribution

Shit is Jamaican in origin.

An Emperor belittling your Private