Guess it's Hulk time... last one.
I find you distasteful, you two-faced, drama-lynching, narrow-minded, fatuous-looking oaf! I am using exclamation points, that's right! Shit's real, kid! You are so blind not even magnifying glasses can give you focus, son. You' so into yo'self you can't even recognize the mirror's edge, bloke! You ain't no saint! You ain't no victim, mister I-ain't-done-nothing-to-'serve-this; you betcho ass there're skeletons in yo closet you be hidin', bro! I aaaain't havin' dat shieet. All ya gotta do was ta stop yet all ya be spatting was the poison o' the devil!
You better look 'round you before's too late. World ain't orbiting you, mister I-do-whatever-to-get-what-I-want, mister toast-and-butter, mister syrup-on-ma-pancakes, mister last-coca-cola-of-the-dessert!
Yo' threats are as empty as your bed, mister my-way-or-the-highway. Ain't nobody got time fer ya lame-callin', yo tree-slugger. We ain't buyin' the act of da preacher, son. You've got a long way to heaven da route you be takin'! The shortcuts you take go straight to hell, ya know what I'm sayin'?! You be the devil!
Dafuq ya tink you are, mon?! spits look't me, getting directly at you.
Imma break that mirror on yo face next time you project a movie on me!!
TL;DR:
drops microphone
Peace. Also, I'm sorry. It's the best you can get from me so accept it or keep going down to the inferno.