no worries not having to deal with idiots in the break now let tell you am not controllable but you talk is not sociable and now your tell the big guy thinking that you could make me cry then tell goodbye shut the fuck up you punk ass bitch acting like a little snitch by the way you smell like crap your voice sounden like scrap slowy going down metal what are you mental or are you brain dead trying to a popeye the crack head those enemys won't get a lack of a career in fame they are gonna bring shame to me and my name but the enemy just full of jealousy but as thier thinking i will just show it to thier