Nah, he's really sick. Hee hee, fuck you.

Okay, all seriousness though, I'm coming there and I'm taking your shoes and your hoodie and you're gonna be shoeless and hoodie-less.

Bro, are you okay? You're back looking crooked. I'm not gonna lie

When I go to sleep, I dream about murder. What, what, what? Stupid ass, an opium fan-licking ass on my soul, *****. Take them boots off, them bitches not Rick Owens, *****. There's still some all-stars, *****. What the fuck, *****, on my soul, *****. What is your pose you doing, *****, on my soul? I have your ass on the court, you do this shit on the court on my soul, trying to defend on my soul. You ugly as hell, *****. You walking around with a purse and then no Glock in it, don't it? Yo, stupid ass, you cover up your face with a mosaic because we know you ugly, *****. We all know you ugly, *****. Jack Skeleton-dressing ass, *****. What wrong with you?

This is a daily reminder you are not an enemy sir thank you

Bro's doing the gangster lean.