No, no, no..you forgot how things were. What I did was expose his IP address and he went running to Brooklyn, his fellow gym cat who just so happens to co-run this place, and they were looking for anything to get me on. Krack was up at 4am and 5am, eastcoast time creating threads, angling, and whining.
And terrible things will happen if I say so. I have no beef with who runs this site and if I press a button, the game would be different and that would fukk over too many people. So that had to be thought over.
He wanted to meet up with me over the IP stuff, over what I said about his parents in that DR deal, and shyt like that. He wanted me to FLY to fukking New Jersey, little New Jersey surrounded by his goons like some idiot and you making it seem like this nygga did some Rudy shyt or something
You cats are TOO fukkING MUCH. You'll lie about anything. Twist anything to fit your false agenda. Is that what I do to you? Do I really break your heart that much for you to openly lie..and proudly?
I love it.
And I prop myself up because I deserve it. Without me, Triple M, Hate, and Sam, what the fukk would TSC be in 2013? We made this place. We are the cornerstones of this bytch. And I don't matter? I'm the one that has signs from this VERY forum being brought to all kind of events..remember? "Rock=-Greatness", "Greatness Knows No Limits"..and my nygga Piff paid tribute but he's a real nygga from around the way so I wasn't surprised he would be the only among the Michaels crew that made an ounce of sense.
And if I'm pathetic, if I'm THIS bad... and this horrible man you believe me to be, what does that make you for gossiping and whining over anything I say in opposition to your opinions? It makes you a phony, Profasi. A chump. My bytch. A hoe ass type who lives and breathes by MY keyboard. Simple. I got no problem with that though. That's truly legendary..no gimmicks needed