Ladies and gentlemen, the one, the only, jail-sotted! Anderson, Anderson, Anderson! They could throw. For they locked that cage behind me and you, behind me and you, they could throw. Last time, they raised your hand. But it was plain to see. I took a lot more out of you. My friend, you took out of me. I broke the mirror and I blew away the smoke. It was me who tapped, but it was you who broke. So Anderson, my friend, make it through. Who are you gonna send? Frankenstein, no hear if, or your lab dog in that store. For the couple of rusty festivals, for the beat up the port, for us. If they shoot like you fight them, then all they're gonna do is pour us with your overrated stand-up, then you take that defensive pour us. Crottie boy, Machita, we'll be show up. With the fresh, fresh, warm, warm, PP in the Starbucks cup. Panda lay, me tour, Bob alloo himself. I'll give them all, give them all, beat them and put them back on the shelf. Come on, trains, planes, or bikes, but here's a little advice. Don't send no one you like. You come to my home running your mouth. You're gonna be shaking hands with Jesus. They're the man for their south. So get in the gym and work on your sprawl. I just talked on Glutton and Winter take off. I'm gonna leave you with rain and a whole bunch of wild. You're gonna need to keep your hands up, Anderson. Because I'm taking your belt. You