you're throwing everything you have at me.
cheap shots, low blows- will you ever let it go?
you're so pathetic, give it a rest.
you're not gonna win.
you're never gonna win.
you love the sound of your own voice and the crown of death upon your head.
oh c'mon.
you in all your royalty only adds to infamy.
you're going to taste my fist.
you're so good at
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