You come around but you have no voice.
You never come up to confront my boys.
A set of balls is what you lack.
Keyboard typing you stab me in the back.
I call you out you hide behind a screen.
Your words are fake a waste of my time.
You never show us who the fuck you are.
This time you've pushed me too far.
Internet Thug. This time it's over I have had enough.
That shit you talk I'm calling you out.
I have seen it before I'll see it again.
You are going to pay for all you've said.
