I found your head when you cut it off, brains on the street; hosed it off, carried you out after you passed asleep, packed your wound; "yeah, you cut deep."
held your hand after your crash, hit the tree at 75; feet up on the dash, I gave you respect you didnt earn, well, i never got my turn...
Why am I the problem now to you? was it that i only served a "few"? how many dead babies can you do? i burned out early, get the clue?
I did it all for free, while less trained people charge a fee? oh, there is a problem that I see... flesh of a dead god, that's your glee?
I have a math problem for you solve it and message me and ill buy you lunch...:
1*2/p-y*8=?
first 100 right answers win
oh, the integers were not assigned a value but they have one, to be solved you must solve the integers also.... thats what its like trying to learn math after you miss 2 years for being arrested as the victim of child abuse at the hands of your principal and family