Why would you say that?
I know you're prone to speaking before ­thinking,
But if ex-addicts can refrain from their poisons,
Then you sure as hell can learn to keep your forked tongue in line.
And where do you get off acting so holier-than-thou?
From what I can conclude, we're all seated in wooden desks.
We each write with number two pencils.
So where's the throne you decided to place yourself on?
I don't see it.
Where did the malice originate?
I wasn't even breathing in your direction
When I heard the hiss of your voice divulge what it should have kept hidden.
So that's how you want to play, huh?
I'm game.
Believe me, boy, I've got the rage of a wild horse –
A potent mix of fear and fury toward my ­enemy.
My grudges last …
Don't cross me again.