You come on my turf; you play by my rules. Take a seat son, you about to get schooled.
Rome didn't have a king they had consuls, you dope. When they became Christians they were ruled by a pope.
Maybe you should go back and get an education. You drink so much, you suffer from constipation.
You can't even spell. What makes you think you'll win? Maybe that's why your parents left you in a garbage been.
You stumble over your rhymes like a drunk fuck. Oh wait you are, with your face in the muck.
You think you are a leader? Of Rome? You disgrace the name you twat, go home.