Nickstache R.I.P. May 21, 2007

I was in the capsule in a place long from here, and I came here for one reason, to attack and keep coming. Not to ask, but just to give. Not to want, but just to send, send the power of the warrior, down everybody's throat until they become sick of it. Well you're going to get sick of it because this freak of nature right here is just begining to swell, and when I get big enough, brother, there ain't gonna be room for anybody else but me and all the warriors floating through the veins and the power of the warrior. I look above to the gods, and when you fall below the skeletons of the warriors past, the power of the warriors will become the 8th wonder of the world. Normal people, the people that walk the streets everyday, we cannot understand. The family that I live for only breathes the air that smells of combat. "How must I prepare?", you must ask yourself. Should I jump off the tallest building in the world? Should I lay on the lawn and let them run over me with lawn mowers? Should I go to Africa and let them trample me with raging elephants? In my final meeting with the gods from the heavens above, as they spoke to me and hit me with the power of The Ultimate Warrior they told me... Exit stage left, exit stage right, there is no place to run, all the fuses in the exit signs have been blown out. Full of the juice to cary the spaceship as far as it wants to go