you got nothing I got a hundred bands I don't have any f****** friends I'm the final boss I'm just like Sans talking smack like somebody get their mans roll up to your block in the Kia shoot you in the chest that I say see you asking a little kid what you want to be a the b**** on my dick she is from Costa Rica you like a toddler playing connect the dots you're f****** stupid why you tried date the school thots b**** without makeup you are not hot how your p**** smells like something died and f****** rot