God damn, I'm so sick of the place that I'm in.   You contradict yourself and it's wearing thin.   You can run, but you can't hide.   Pray to God you get out with your life.      I will hunt you 'till the day I die.      You feed off our strength, 'cause you're so fuckin' weak.   SO FUCKIN' WEAK.   I'd dig up your body just to bury it myself.      I will hunt you 'till the day I die.      I am the face of death.      Listen up you mother fucks, this is Bearclaw from Moorpark, 2008.   This is real shit, feel the anger, feel the hate, feel the fuckin' rage.      Feel the hate flow through my veins.   MY VEINS.   It's driving me insane.   INSANE.   Welcome to my reality.   UNBREAKABLE.