While cell phones tend to be the weapon of choice for fending off fans, the Iron Lung chose to fire airgun pellets at some girl for requesting an autograph. Her name was Mary Anderson.
You'd think, with all the nugget Meth hoofs, he'd be hugging, freestyling and chit-chatting about ding dong ditch days back in Shaolin. But nah. Want a Method hancock? Best bring ya teflon.
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