(breath) yo I'm sick of you, I'm gonna rate you a 2. you make me throw up, maybe you should grow up. you ain't make this a good place, you know this ain't a race. what's wrong with you, and still I rate you a 2. you might see me in your dreams, like bro I hate yo schemes. you try to take all the fame but really it's just lame, and bro I wish you never came. bye bye.