But your own words give you away.
You want him to wet himself. But you have no idea.
Everything is in the will. For Curtis, it’s his will to fight.
For you, it’s your will to make up lies about Curtis. And about yourself.
Ain’t no fight in broad daylight with the camera rolling. Does Curtis walk the streets at night, now?
I’d put ol’ Curtis at ease by sayin’ “Relax, bro. We’re a hundred times more likely to encounter a bear than a lion.”