I want you to know. I’m done telling you to shut the fuck up, because… you’ve run your mouth way to fucking far at this point. You are going to get bodied, your mama is going to get bodied, and anyone that intervenes is going to get fucking bodied. Alright? Simple and clear? So… if you don’t want anyone else to be at risk here, I’d stop fucking talking if I were you. But, I mean you’re already like done for, so… you don’t even matter. But… I don’t know dude. There’s screenshots already, so you can’t really get your shit out of this one. And if you call the pigs again… I don’t know, people don’t really like snitches and you’ve been exposed. I don’t know who the fuck you know, but you ain’t know nobody me and Taylor know. And don’t fucking ever question who the fuck I know. You should be asking who the fuck I am.