BANKSY - FUCK OFF OR DROP DEAD, STREET SHIT FAGGOT

Hey Banksy, FUCK OFF or DROP DEAD. Either will do.

WHO do you think you are? You're lucky you haven't gotten your ass kicked in New York City, but that's because you're a fucking faggot coward who won't show his ugly dogshit face in public.

Now you're a STAR? A street-shit Graffiti fuck? YOU? A STAR? YOU deserve to have an op-ed in the Times?

Why? Who the fuck are YOU? Just a yellow belly who decided to come and prank? FUCK YOU. EAT SHIT AND DIE.

THESE are simple terms a dickwipe punk like you can understand. You couldn't understand anything a little more complex, any more than you could paint something as complex as a Seurat. Any more than you could do anything original, actually.

I wouldn't even read your shit editorial, Bugsy.

You don't like the new World Trade Center? Design a better one. Build a better one. Can't, right? Because you could only put glue and wooden ice cream bar sticks together. Same way your art sucks as badly as you do, cocksucker.

New York has gone soft, has it? You just show your fucking face somewhere, and see how soft YOUR FACE BECOMES.

New York wasn't too soft a few days ago, shitface, when you couldn't go spray paint your crap because of "too much police activity" for your liking. And that's an off-day, faggot. An OFF day. Keep it up, stay in town, and you will be permanently in Woodlawn Cemetery, with spray paint on your tombstone. Graffiti artists hate your chicken-liver guts for what you've done in New York...and the more you run your mouth, the more you're gonna run piss down your leg, faggot, because you will be SO FUCKING SCARED.

You're lucky that there's an election coming up in a few weeks and Mayor Bloomberg is heading out of office. He has better things to do than assign a few detectives to find you and arrest you. He thinks you suck:

The more you're known in New York, the more you're hated. You're a pretender. You're shit. You're part of the faggot posturing art world of phonies and fakes, and no talents and infante terrible titmice.

Let me put this as pleasantly as I can. If I ever met you, I'd knock every tooth out of your fucking head, and hand them back to you and ram them down your throat. Then I'd tell you that New York City is tough. Tougher than you are. Nobody's taken you too seriously with your faggy artsy-fartsy garbage. Stick around and piss people off a little more. GO AHEAD, "BANKSY." You fucking dick wipe.

You've committed criminal acts in New York that could get you jailed with a fucking dick in your ass for 60 days or even a year. You'd like that, Banksy-fag? At the moment the city's still considering you nothing more than an overgrown publicity seeking juvenile-delinquent pussy...as much of a crackpot as the guy who dresses as Elmo and screams in Central Park, or the old bag who wears a saggy bikini and calls herself "The Naked Cowgirl" in Times Square. THAT is your level, THAT is what New York City thinks of you. But the more you run your mouth, the more you spray your paint, and the more you disrespect the people of New York, the greater the odds that you will find yourself splattered on a sidewalk and unable to get up.

You're a millionaire, and that's still not enough for you. So you hire a truck to haul around your silly sculptures and nonsense...your Ronald McDonald sculptures and stuffed cows and some Halloween grim reaper that looks like it came from a trick shop. None of this stupid shit got you the attention and money offers you wanted? So you went back to your oh-so-edgy spray painting? FUCK YOU. There are plenty of spray painting hoodlums in New York who are a lot edgier than YOU. As in box cutters. As in ninja stars. As in razor blades, you dumbfuck. You are lucky to be alive.

A few graffiti artists spraying over your garbage is the MILDEST thing that's happened. Now you're painting walls and protesting that the New York Times wouldn't publish some drivel you wrote? As if YOU are a thinker, a real celebrity, or anyone of worth? You fucking twerp.

HOW DARE YOU come into New York City and think you can snicker and play your fairy Hide-and-GO-Seek game and keep getting more and more arrogant and bratty? YOU need a spanking, you obnoxious little shit.

Every day assholes get killed for just looking at somebody the wrong way...and you're too much of a dumbfuck cocksucking panty-waisted little posturer to know it? You have the fucking AUDACITY to paint over walls and throw tantrums because you didn't get ALL the publicity you wanted, and because the New York Times didn't think your self-important piss-mouthed drooling was fit to print? FUCK YOU, you testicle-challenged gutless rabbit. FUCK YOU, hiding from sight and tittering like a schoolgirl. FUCK YOU, and your hissy fits and your games. The cops, the graffiti artists, and a whole lot more are now sick and fucking tired of being chumps for your publicity game. There were some slow news days and you got lucky. DO NOT COUNT ON THAT ANY LONGER.

This city doesn't need you for entertainment, you are NO artist, and you are now a boring brat about to be slapped down or WORSE.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF TOWN while you still have legs.