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I just heard from your bodyguard, Mr. Timberlake. He asked me to send pictures of my penis.
I just heard from your bodyguard, Mr. Timberlake. He asked me to send pictures of my penis.
There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known.
Luke 12:2 NIV https://luke.bible/luke-12-2
Luke 12:2 NIV https://luke.bible/luke-12-2
But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.”
Matthew 12:36-37 NIV https://bible.com/bible/111/mat.12.36-37.NIV
Matthew 12:36-37 NIV https://bible.com/bible/111/mat.12.36-37.NIV
I hope to see you in court.
Timberlake, you tell your bodyguard Goliath that through me, sans gun, knife or other worldly weapon, my God is going to take his ass out if he doesn't apologize. Your name was Justin, wasn't it?
This is how the LORD my Patron plays, Timberlake. He is God Almighty, the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Lord God, the Almighty. In the Name of His Son, my Master and Sensei, I want an apology from you, your management and your bodyguard in writing. Amen.
Even if your bodyguard deletes the recording he made of the phone call, there is a secondary copy for the purposes of the court stored on a CERN server. Best of luck.
Just because I live in a small town doesn't make me an easy rape, Timberlake.
Which brings up a question: What do you know in the way of truth?
Truths like names of uppereschalon Columbian drug cartel cocaine dealers? You're in the record industry, so don't feign ignorance. I too am a musician, and you can't fool me, bub.
Let's tag in court. I'll be there in the Name of Jesus Christ. It's not like you're an intellectlike Frank Zappa. You're only a darl8ng little pretty pop idol and nothing more, so don't fuck with me, Timberlake. Capisce?
Give this a listen. https://open.spotify.com/track/3qa7Yf1pcI3yon5SwFvayo?si=tqeTXZMkTyuJkppN0BgSSw
This is mansize music. You seem a bit uninformed, so I thought I'd hip you up to Dave Weckl.
You can have your bodyguard kill me if you want, but it won't change what you are, whore.
Whore.
Prostitute.
Harlot.
Face.
