№269210[Quote]
You will never be a real Benelli m4. You have no quality control, you have no reliability, you have no finesse. You are a cheap imitation twisted by filthy turksroaches into a crude mockery of ItaliARYAN innovation.
All the “praise” you get is non-genuine and artificially shilled online. On the internet people mock you. Your owner is disgusted and ashamed of you, other semi-automatic shotguns out-preform you tenfold at the range.
Self-respecting shotgun owners are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of firearm evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even turknelli's that are “just as good” are cheap knock-offs and questionable to a man. The poor factory assembly & cheap manufacturing materials are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to cycle over 100 cartridges, you'll inevitably break and blow up in your owner's face once the trigger is pulled, blasting chunks of deformed fragmented bits of low-grade metal & cheap polymer everywhere.
You will never be happy. You wrench out an odd cocking sound every single shooting-trip and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside your cycling chamber you feel the 12 gauge cartridge sliding in like a greasy troon's dilator, ready to shatter you apart under the compressed unbearable pressure.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear for your barrel & gas pistons - you’ll chamber in a round, strike the primer, combust inside your worn craptacular receiver, and get split apart mid-discharge. Your owner will hold what's left of you, mildly-annoyed but finally relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and regret. They’ll replace you with a much better shotgun, & scrap you with your manufacturer's stamp still evident on your ruined receiver, and every worker at the metal recycling-plant will see what was once a turkish shitrod is there. Your body either be melted down or left to rust, and all that will remain of your existence is material that is unmistakably turkish in origin.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
№269211[Quote]
>You will never be a real Benelli m4. You have no quality control, you have no reliability, you have no finesse. You are a cheap imitation twisted by filthy turksroaches into a crude mockery of ItaliARYAN innovation.
>
>All the “praise” you get is non-genuine and artificially shilled online. On the internet people mock you. Your owner is disgusted and ashamed of you, other semi-automatic shotguns out-preform you tenfold at the range.
>
>Self-respecting shotgun owners are utterly repulsed by you. Decades of firearm evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even turknelli's that are “just as good” are cheap knock-offs and questionable to a man. The poor factory assembly & cheap manufacturing materials are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to cycle over 100 cartridges, you'll inevitably break and blow up in your owner's face once the trigger is pulled, blasting chunks of deformed fragmented bits of low-grade metal & cheap polymer everywhere.
>
>You will never be happy. You wrench out an odd cocking sound every single shooting-trip and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside your cycling chamber you feel the 12 gauge cartridge sliding in like a greasy troon's dilator, ready to shatter you apart under the compressed unbearable pressure.
>
>Eventually it’ll be too much to bear for your barrel & gas pistons - you’ll chamber in a round, strike the primer, combust inside your worn craptacular receiver, and get split apart mid-discharge. Your owner will hold what's left of you, mildly-annoyed but finally relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and regret. They’ll replace you with a much better shotgun, & scrap you with your manufacturer's stamp still evident on your ruined receiver, and every worker at the metal recycling-plant will see what was once a turkish shitrod is there. Your body either be melted down or left to rust, and all that will remain of your existence is material that is unmistakably turkish in origin.
>
>This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
(Beatbox 2 bars)
Ya’ll gone make me act a fool, up in here, up in here
Ya’ll gone make me loose my cool, up in here up in here,
Ya’ll gone make me bust a smack, up in here, up in here,
Ya’ll gone make my fingers snap, up in here, up in here,
Why should I battle a crusty old man,
When you can’t even defeat a little weak Peter Pan,
Ya lucky this is only a beatbox battle,
Cause in a real battle I make ya feel rattled,
Look at him, he only got one planet,
I got the whole Galaxy under my dependence,
You’re gonna beg when you bleed and die,
As you realize destiny arrived,
Ya’ll gone make me + Beatbox
Ya’ll gone make me + Beatbox
Ya’ll gone make me + Beatbox
Ya’ll gone make me + Beatbox
(Beatbox 2 bars)
Let me show you how to scratch it
(Beatbox)
Either way, destiny still arrives "