Lletres: Kid Dynamite. Bench Warmer.

Well, 0.K. So you found my loophole, now get off my back. I'm not running fast enough so now you're on the attack. I won't play for your team. My rules. I'll be the rust in your machine. My plan. My scheme. It fucked my self esteem. When you said I don't belong. Your rules won't work for me. I'm sorry, but your rules don't work. If you don't like how I'm playing you're gonna find a way, to trip me, knock me on the ground and put an end to my day.