Transcript
Imagine shooting a man... with your last bullet, and he stands there... unfazed.
My unmatched, this past, coupled, with sheer individuality, makes me a fear to believe in any realm ever.
I don't wake up and think, what can I do for fun? I don't wake up and think, what is fun? I want fun. That never crosses the line. I wake up and think, I have things to do.
And if I don't think so, I'll find out. You can always do more work. There's no such thing as no work to do.
I'm out.
Take off, take off, take off