People don't know what respect is..

People had better show me some respect, otherwise they're buying a one-way ticket to Hell, free of charge. You ever see those little rubber-wrists just bouncing around town with the swishy walk like they've got a frozen hot-dog weenie crammed between their buns? That's not how I walk. I walk the opposite, you'd think I was carrying sacks of cement or boulders under my quads the way I stride about this personal litter box I call 'town.' Most people know to put some distance between us when they see my iron-hard chest barreling from point A to point B faster than a train carrying horny dogs to Getsomebitchesville, USA. I barely have to look these scrubs in the eye, they get it faster than a kid gets it at a chicken pox convention, but every so often, I literally bump into some cocksucker who thinks to 'share' the road without asking if I'm willing to part with what's mine. I get so hard up on these motherfuckers for making such idiotic mistakes that they don't even need to find public restrooms by the time I'm done with them. I'm King of the Road, Sultan of the Sidewalk, This is MY town and you're only in it because:
A. You've got some tight as fuck pussy that I'm gonna destroy
B. You stand no chance of preventing me from getting that tight as fuck pussy