Alright, I'ma be real with you, like, ain't nobody stalk me, I'm boring, I'm fucking ugly, I'm broke. Ain't nobody wanna stalk that, bro.

Why would you sniff another man's boxes, bruh? That is, that is gas hell, bruh.

Oh, not really, but it was like this guy, and I was like in my house, and like he climbed in my window, and I was like, what the fuck, and I called my parents, I yelled at my parents, and they come downstairs, and they see him, right? So he immediately tries running, right? He's like, has no shoes on, right? So we move next day, and I see him like walking around our house. That's the last time I saw him.

I have a stalker. The same guy has been stalking me since I was like 15 or 16 years old.

Someone once randomly came up to me and was telling me that they knew where my mum worked. And then they actually said the place, because I didn't believe them. Because I had never spoke to this person in my life. And then they were telling me loads of stuff about my family. I was really scared.

I used to have a stocking business in elementary school. I used to be hired to stock people, yeah.