You come around but you have no voice. You never come up to confront my boys. A set of balls is what you lack. Keyboard typing you stab me in the back. I call you out you hide behind a screen. Your words are fake a waste of my time. You never show us who the fuck you are. This time you've pushed me too far. Internet Thug. This time it's over I have had enough. That shit you talk I'm calling you out. I have seen it before I'll see it again. You are going to pay for all you've said.