I enjoy shaking the ropes, growling, snarling, making unusual faces and grunting sounds, running, breathing heavy, painting my face, taking steroids, watching wrestlemania 6, trying to get a WWE contract, blowing lines, partying with fellow 80's wrestler's, nosecandy, clotheslining people's fucking head's off, rambling on about really weird shit for hours then watching the tape of my incoherent rambling and trying to understand what the fuck I am talking about..
Myself and the almighty God's from the heavens above as I race through time like a wild demon of misfortune and guidelines to hell and the flames will burst through your soul as a intergalactic wildabeast runs through the jungle while being chased by the thoughts of your pet farm animal. My lords will come crashing down to earth and the skies will turn gray and petrify the colors of communication, domination, and masterbation.
My theme music, "Warrior" by Lloyd Banks, Cocaine by Eric Clapton..
BLOW, SCARFACE, BELLY, NEW JACK CITY, KING OF NEW YORK, COCAINE "THE DOCUMENTARY", ANY MOVIE THAT HAS TO DO WITH COCAINE!