Jake_s wrestlemania 42 WWE pay-per-view predictions for nite one and two

Scrolling through the feet, same old bullshit every night, Virtue signal warriors hiding behind the screen so bright they preached their holy gospel, but it's aft, just smoking lies.

I got mad Win.

I caught them out, exposed to fake in their eyes. They run their mouths on keyboards, fingers flying in a rage.

Cancel culture, capitis, trapped inside the echo caage, one wrong word and the foaming, losing all the fucking minds. But I'm done playing nice truth. It's harder than their wines. What the woe. I'm tired of this game, tired of these people running in their mouse again, mad at me because I found out of faith, the keybo kings and queens. But they will take bar fuck the wo believe me, the hell of pot them night, Jimmy Kimmel, nice, Stephen Cobert on his throne, I'll take good saying, standing tall

They twist every word of say, put me in the little box, called me every name under the sun, just to wash the clocks. Butter see through the bullshit, the hipocrisy, so clear, preaching tolerance while they spread nothing but fear. Got their blue checks in the clouds food It's built on shift of sand.

One real question.

Then the whole damn empire start the cracking ben They swarm like Dangrey beating someone dares to disagree. Budd, I'm just cutting, motherfucker. Ain't no apology from me for.

The who was who? I'm side of this game, side of these people running in them out again, mad at me because I found out our.

Faithty Keebo kings and queens, but.

They won't take your f for the woll leave me the hell alone.

I'm not Jimmy Kimmel night Stephen Cobert on his throne. I'm Jake cuttsaying hunt, standing tall and true.

Your troking fuck right off.

I'm coming after you.

No more bending over, no more taking all the ship. Time to push back, harder, time to make the bests quit. They hate the mirror hold up showing who they really feed it fake. It's fucking full of hate. Now the world's starting to see fucking woke.

Yeah, I'm done with the charade, tied h These snowflakes melting in their own charade, mad at me because.

The mask lift off their lying face. I'm Jay Cutting real name, real voice on in my speech. Leave me alone, you trolls, go crawl back in your hole. I'm not your late, not pupping, not another.

Hollywood so fucking woke. Fu fuck the woke. Jake Hutton says it loud and lad, don't watch the Empire choke.

All right?

What is up? Guys? How is everybody doing? This? Morning on the street? Wednesday morning, April fifteenth, twenty twenty six, Heavy tax Day. It's WrestleMania forty two pay per view Predictions April eighteenth and nineteenth in Paradise, nevattle. All right, let's go to the car. First match of the night for Night one, Cody Rose versus Randy Orton and Pat McAfee. Randy Orton will win. South Rollins versus Gunther Gunph The The inter Forces versus Blair Bliss versus Bailey and Baker