Trinidad Scorpion Moruga
Haha! I did a number on your mouth didn’t I?
Now, how do you care to explain your explicit obscenities to these surrounding minors?
“They hear it all the time…?”
Wha you tek me for?
I eh no regular Trini inno bwau!
Imagine, a grownup like yourself crying, balling, screeching over little old me?
You said you could beat me and I quietly retorted “prove it.”
Insane of you to think your salivary glands could match a beast of my candidacy.
I top the Scoville units, subtlety is for infancy, I do this and might I add indiscriminately and boldly!
Maybe you could resort to milk?
Maybe an assortment of dairy products could do you some justice?
Soy Silk, ice cream, yogurt… they’re all just edible crutches,
You chose to clutch this, end of my stem, taunting me in your clutches,
So suck this!! Seeds and juices fluid with the excrement from between Hell’s hips.
I am Trinidad Scorpion Moruga, the hottest pepper to grace your presence.