Look at that son of a bitch. Look at him! If that man is not cut from the cloth of Satan, I don't know who is. Not only will he melt your face off with riffs, I have a feeling that he would put his fist through your face and wear your teeth as a bracelet. Not to mention he and his band, you might have heard of them, Slayer, blew my ears out last time I saw them. Blood was actually coming from my ears based on pure force of tone. It was like I was in hell. It was great. Here's to you Kerry King, for being such a crusty son of a bitch. Looks like this is the start of "Crusty Son Of A Bitch of the Day".
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