You're always talking
Your incessant crap never cuts
Rambling like the fool you are
Why don't you just
Go back to the pathetic hole
You crawled out of, worm
Instead of giving me a headache
With your never-ending
Tirade of foolishness
You say you're an expert
You say you wanna make it better
You say you have the answer
Boy, you ain't got shit
So learn to just shut the hell up
And leave me alone
Leave that mouth open a bit longer
So I can rip out your tounge
Finally get some silence
And if the moaning was too loud
Then we'd just remove that head of yours
Say that again?
You're going to kill me?
You can't kill that which does not truly live
Tartaka, kafana anktu. Gihar? No, kihar.
Why must you talk
Why do you run your mouth
What is your problem?
Don't tell me to kark
I own you, you may not argue
Talk back and I'll reach back
And strike your hideous face
Worthless scum that you are
How many times do I have to tell you, shut the hell up?!

Silence is golden - Get your supply of gold today

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 269 AF.